Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | January 14, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: To Memory

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861 – 1907).

 

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                                  5

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;                                10

And on my brow I feel a kiss

That I would rather die than miss.

 

Notes:

http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/coleridge/bio.html

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poet/70.html


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