Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 166

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CLXVI HAIL AND FAREWELL
Farewell, my joy! For other hearts the Spring,For other eyes the roses; but for meThe iron gate, the shadowy cypress-tree,The solemn dirge that cloistered voices sing.
Farewell, my joy! Alas, I loved thee well!For no light matter had I let thee go.I cherished thee in rain, and wind, and snow.I bound thee to my breast with many a spell.
Hail and farewell, my joy! If I might giveTo one sweet friend the rapture that I miss,Read in her eyes that ecstasy of bliss,Tho' death were in my own, I yet should live.
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