Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 225

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CCXXV LIFE AND JOY
It were too strong a bliss for thee to die;The tide of joy would so well round my heart,That through the waves life never could depart,And dying, I should live eternally.
It were too deep a joy for thee to live;Life would swoon back into the arms of death,Still feebly crying with her latest breath,"Myself alone is all that I can give."
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