Author: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief. Thou canst not bring the old days back again; For I was […]

WE never said farewell, nor even looked Our last upon each other, for no sign Was made when we the […]

Grant me but a day, love, But a day, Ere I give my heart, My heart away, Ere I say […]

The earth that made the rose, She also is thy mother, and not I. The flame wherewith thy maiden spirit […]

TURN in, my lord, she said ; As it were the Father of Sin I have hated the Father of […]