Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 205

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Be still, my beating heart, be still!There is no hope for thee to-night.The fading of the wintry lightHas made a blackness of the hill.
Be still, be still, my beating heart!For thee to-night there is no fear.The moon has risen white and clear,And we shall neither meet nor part.
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