Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

(23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907)

'My True Love Hath My Heart And I Have His' - Poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

None ever was in love with me but grief.
She wooed my from the day that I was born;
She stole my playthings first, the jealous thief,
And left me there forlorn.

The birds that in my garden would have sung,
She scared away with her unending moan;
She slew my lovers too when I was young,
And left me there alone.

Grief, I have cursed thee often—now at last
To hate thy name I am no longer free;
Caught in thy bony arms and prisoned fast,
I love no love but thee.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 12, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 30, 2015


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