Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 119

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CXIX ONE DAY IN EVERY YEAR
One day in every yearA hope that is a fearComes very near.
Once, every year, I say,"Less long now the delayShorter the way."
Whether for joy or woeI say that this is soI do not know.
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Only one thing is clear:A hope that is a fearComes near.

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