"My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His"

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.

This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on August 25, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on August 25, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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I have walked a great while over the snow,
And I am not tall nor strong.
My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set,
And the way was hard and long.
I have wandered over the fruitful earth,
But I never came here before.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!

The cutting wind is a cruel foe.
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