Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 203

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CCIII USELESS
Gold I can give—and what would it avail thee? 'Tis manna that thou askest, not a stone.How can'st thou learn, when all thy visions fail thee, To live by bread alone?
I cannot grant thee one brief glimpse of heaven, I cannot stay the tears that thou must weep.Loved, lost in life, I cannot bid thee even Forget thy woes in sleep.

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