Love

Horror

by Mary E. Coleridge 1861–1907

From Poems (1908)

Love

Thy body is no more thy house,
It is become thy sepulchre.
I cannot any more arouse
The spirit that did inhabit there.

The brain's asleep before its time.
I would that thou hadst died outright,
And I had seen thee, in thy prime,
Go half to darkness, half to light!

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Coleridge, Mary E. “Horror.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/21/.

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Coleridge, Mary E. “Horror.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/21/.

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