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

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    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

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