Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 5

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V A MOMENT
The clouds had made a crimson crown Above the mountains high.The stormy sun was going down In a stormy sky.
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Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, And hold your breath between?In all the ages this can never be As if it had not been.

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