Love
That this should be the common grief of all
From Poems (1908)
Love
That this should be the common grief of all,
I dare not think it. No, to me alone
This grief is known,
Only on me the burning arrows fall.
The strong gods know that I have strength to hide
The greatest of their gifts, the power to grieve,
In silence; and in silence I receive
Their last reward; in silence I abide.
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MLA
Coleridge, Mary E. “That this should be the common grief of all.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/227/.
Chicago
Coleridge, Mary E. “That this should be the common grief of all.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/227/.
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