Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 134

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CXXXIV
O Darkness gather round;Let no sweet soundScatter the silence of this one sweet hour.I will not see the fairest,I will forego the rarest,Sooner than breathe upon Time's perfect flower.

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