Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907)
Poems by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge : 13 / 29
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.
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Read poems about / on: grief, happy, joy, love
Poems by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge : 13 / 29
Comments about this poem (I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge )
PoemHunter.com Updates
-
Beautiful Paintings On Books
by Ekaterina Panikanova
-
You Too Can Learn to Write Surrealist Poetry
Spudnik Press is offering a workshop in surrealist poetry
-
Distasteful Fashion Shoot Featuring Author Suicides is Pulled
The spread is called 'Last Words.'
-
Autistic Pride Day
June 18
Top 500 Poems
-
Phenomenal Woman
Maya Angelou
-
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
-
If You Forget Me
Pablo Neruda
-
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou
-
Dreams
Langston Hughes
-
Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe
-
If
Rudyard Kipling
-
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
-
Invictus
William Ernest Henley
-
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Maya Angelou

So much said in so few words. A perfect poem. M. E. Coleridge can see my heart.