Love
I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief
From Poems (1908)
Love
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.
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MLA
Coleridge, Mary E. “I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/49/.
Chicago
Coleridge, Mary E. “I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/49/.
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