Love
No Newspapers
From Poems (1908)
Love
Where, to me, is the loss
Of the scenes they saw— of the sounds they heard;
A butterfly flits across,
Or a bird;
The moss is growing on the wall,
I heard the leaf of the poppy fall.
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MLA
Coleridge, Mary E. “No Newspapers.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/129/.
Chicago
Coleridge, Mary E. “No Newspapers.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/129/.
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