The clouds had made a crimson crown
Above the mountains high.
The stormy sun was going down
In a stormy sky.

Why did you let your eyes so rest on me,
And hold your breath between?
In all the ages this can never be
As if it had not been.

(C) Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
03/09/2017


Best Poems of Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

• Blue And White
• When My Love Did What I Would Not, What I Would Not
• Chillingham
• On Such A Day
• Unwelcome
• Come Home!
• The Train
• Punctilio
• Good Friday In My Heart
• To Memory
• -he Came Unto His Own, And His Own Received Him Not-
• The Witch
• The Other Side Of A Mirror
• Larghetto
• Where A Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg
• We Never Said Farewell
• Affection
• Street Lanterns
• After St. Augustine
• An Insincere Wish Addressed To A Beggar