Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 125

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Ah, I have striven, I have striven, That it might vanish as the smoke;Angels remember it in heaven.In vain I have striven, I have striven To forget the word that I spoke.
See, I am fighting, I am fighting That I may bring it to nought.It is written in fiery writing,In vain I am fighting, I am fighting To forget the thought that I thought.

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