Mary Coleridge - Marriage|
No more alone sleeping, no more alone waking,
...Thy dreams divided, thy prayers in twain;
Thy merry sisters tonight forsaking.
Never shall we see, maiden, again.
Never shall we see thee, thine eyes glancing.
...Flashing in laughter and wild in glee,
Under the mistletoe kissing and dancing,
There shall come a matron walking sedately,
Low-voiced, gentle, wise in reply.
Tell me, O tell me, can I love her greatly?
All for her sake must the maiden die.
.....Marriage by Mary Coleridge (1861-1907)
Mary Coleridge Poem Blue and White
("Blue is Our Lady's colour, ... White is Our Lord's.")
("The clouds had made a crimson crown ... Above the mountains high")
Jealousy - Mary Coleridge Poem
("The myrtle bush grew shady ... Down by the ford.")