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by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |


 The earth that made the rose, 
She also is thy mother, and not I.
The flame wherewith thy maiden spirit glows Was lighted at no hearth that I sit by.
I am as far below as heaven above thee.
Were I thine angel, more I could not love thee.
Bid me defend thee! Thy danger over-human strength shall lend me, A hand of iron and a heart of steel, To strike, to wound, to slay, and not to feel.
But if you chide me, I am a weak, defenceless child beside thee.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

After St. Augustine

 Sunshine let it be or frost, 
Storm or calm, as Thou shalt choose; 
Though Thine every gift were lost, 
Thee Thyself we could not lose.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

Blue and White

 BLUE is Our Lady’s colour, 
White is Our Lord’s.
To-morrow I will wear a knot Of blue and white cords, That you may see it, where you ride Among the flashing swords.
O banner, white and sunny blue, With prayer I wove thee! For love the white, for faith the heavenly hue, And both for him, so tender-true, Him that doth love me!

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

Come Home!

 When wintry winds are no more heard, 
And joy's in every bosom, 
When summer sings in every bird, 
And shines in every blossom, 
When happy twilight hours are long, 
Come home, my love, and think no wrong! 

When berries gleam above the stream 
And half the fields are yellow, 
Come back to me, my joyous dream, 
The world hath not thy fellow! 
And I will make thee Queen among 
The Queens of summer and of song.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

Death and the Lady

 TURN in, my lord, she said ;
As it were the Father of Sin
I have hated the Father of the Dead,
The slayer of my kin ;
By the Father of the Living led,
Turn in, my lord, turn in.
We were foes of old ; thy touch was cold, But mine is warm as life ; I have struggled and made thee loose thy hold, I have turned aside the knife.
Despair itself in me was bold, I have striven, and won the strife.
But that which conquered thee and rose Again to earth descends ; For the last time we have come to blows.
And the long combat ends.
The worst and secretest of foes, Be now my friend of friends.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

Our Lady

 MOTHER of God! no lady thou:
Common woman of common earth
Our Lady ladies call thee now,
But Christ was never of gentle birth;
A common man of the common earth.
For God’s ways are not as our ways: The noblest lady in the land Would have given up half her days, Would have cut off her right hand, To bear the child that was God of the land.
Never a lady did He choose, Only a maid of low degree, So humble she might not refuse The carpenter of Galilee: A daughter of the people, she.
Out she sang the song of her heart.
Never a lady so had sung.
She knew no letters, had no art; To all mankind, in woman’s tongue, Hath Israelitish Mary sung.
And still for men to come she sings, Nor shall her singing pass away.
‘He hath fillàd the hungry with good things’— O listen, lords and ladies gay!— ‘And the rich He hath sent empty away.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |


 O LET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and o’er precise,
That I may charm my charmàd dear
As tho’ I felt a secret fear
To lose what never can be lost,—
Her faith who still delights me most!
So shall I be more than true,
Ever in my ageing new.
So dull habit shall not be Wrongly call’d Fidelity.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

The Witch

 I HAVE walked a great while over the snow, 
And I am not tall nor strong.
My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, And the way was hard and long.
I have wandered over the fruitful earth, But I never came here before.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door! The cutting wind is a cruel foe.
I dare not stand in the blast.
My hands are stone, and my voice a groan, And the worst of death is past.
I am but a little maiden still, My little white feet are sore.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door! Her voice was the voice that women have, Who plead for their heart's desire.
She came--she came--and the quivering flame Sunk and died in the fire.
It never was lit again on my hearth Since I hurried across the floor, To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

To Memory

 Strange Power, I know not what thou art, 
Murderer or mistress of my heart.
I know I'd rather meet the blow Of my most unrelenting foe Than live---as now I live---to be Slain twenty times a day by thee.
Yet, when I would command thee hence, Thou mockest at the vain pretence, Murmuring in mine ear a song Once loved, alas! forgotten long; And on my brow I feel a kiss That I would rather die than miss.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

Good Friday in my Heart

 GOOD FRIDAY in my heart! Fear and affright! 
My thoughts are the Disciples when they fled, 
My words the words that priest and soldier said, 
My deed the spear to desecrate the dead.
And day, Thy death therein, is changed to night.
Then Easter in my heart sends up the sun.
My thoughts are Mary, when she turned to see.
My words are Peter, answering, ‘Lov’st thou Me?’ My deeds are all Thine own drawn close to Thee, And night and day, since Thou dost rise, are one.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

I ask of thee love nothing but relief

 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.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |


 Grant me but a day, love, 
But a day, 
Ere I give my heart, 
My heart away, 
Ere I say the word 
I'll ne'er unsay.
Is it earnest with me? Is it play? Did the world in arms Cry to me, "Stay!" Not a moment then Would I delay.
Yet, for very love, I say thee nay.
Ere I give my heart, My heart away, Grant me but a day, love, But a day!

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

We Never Said Farewell

 WE never said farewell, nor even looked 
Our last upon each other, for no sign 
Was made when we the linkèd chain unhooked 
And broke the level line.
And here we dwell together, side by side, Our places fixed for life upon the chart.
Two islands that the roaring seas divide Are not more far apart.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge | |

When my love did what I would not what I would not

 When my love did what I would not, what I would not, 
I could hear his merry voice upon the wind, 
Crying, "e;Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not.
Love is blind!" When my love said what I say not, what I say not, With a joyous laugh he quieted my fears, Whispering, "Fairest, hearken not, for hear you may not.
Hath Love ears?" When my love said, "Will you longer let me seek it? Blind and deaf is she that doth not bid me come!" All my heart said murmuring, "Dearest, can I speak it? Love is dumb!