Treasure Island

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

(23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907)

I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief


I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief.
Thou canst not bring the old days back again;
For I was happy then,
Not knowing heavenly joy, not knowing grief.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: grief, happy, joy, love

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge )

Enter the verification code :

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/29/2014 1:34:00 AM)

    Apt lines and words in short lines of poem which mystical in character and pessimistic in nature and therefore feel with so much emotions which cannot be said in ordinary lines by a ordinary creator of poems. In poetic senses often comes very different notions of life situations and as the poet narrates human life is mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Words & Thoughts On Pause, Richard Provencher
  2. Sleeping Summers Beauty, Doug Jones
  3. If William Carlos Williams Had Been Born.., W.B. Keckler
  4. When will heavens love ever decline us?, Mark Heathcote
  5. Winning Bee, Jayatissa Liyanage
  6. Is it Halloween tonight, Mark Heathcote
  7. Buzzing Bee, Jayatissa Liyanage
  8. Question Reality, Monk E. Biz
  9. The Caged, Poet Akinwemimo Idris
  10. Good Are All Nights, Poet Akinwemimo Idris

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]