Love
I know not how it is with me — the light
From Poems (1908)
Love
I know not how it is with me — the light
Is cruel to mine eyes since thou art dead, —
And yet, when all the hours of day are sped,
My grief cries louder in the silent night.
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MLA
Coleridge, Mary E. “I know not how it is with me — the light.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/210/.
Chicago
Coleridge, Mary E. “I know not how it is with me — the light.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/210/.
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