Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 193

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CXCIII CONTRADICTIONS
When I am dead, I know that thou wilt weep,I that have never caused thee grief before,I that have soothed thee, sung thy woes to sleep,I shall have wrought thee sorrow wild and deep,   And made thy burden more.
When I am dead, I know thou wilt forget,Thou that didst never yet forget thy friend."Grieve not!" I cry; "I would not have thee fret"—"Remember! I would live within thee yet."   In vain, I know the end.
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