Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 116

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CXVI
On a day, and on a day,When my love was far away,Down I sat and spake to himWords whereat my eyes grew dim;Words whereby my cheeks becameSuddenly a burning flame;Words wherewith my hands grew coldAs the touch of churchyard mould.
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