Love
Thistledown
From Poems (1908)
Love
Find me, O my true love, find me,
All the words by love made strongest,
All the words that last the longest,
For an oath, an oath to bind me!
In the East the dawn grows brighter,
On the wind I hear a whistle.
Light the down upon the thistle.
Yea, true love, but I am lighter!
Cite this poem
MLA
Coleridge, Mary E. “Thistledown.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/85/.
Chicago
Coleridge, Mary E. “Thistledown.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/coleridge_m/85/.
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