Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 120

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CXX A DEDICATION
Life of my learning, fire of all my Art, O thou to whom my days obscurely tend, Dear past expression, friend beyond a friend,Soul of my soul and heart within my heart,
Hear and forgive thy servant over bold Who dared to write the words he could not say, And with too eager hand hath given awayThat which his eyes alone to thee unfold!
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