Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 96

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XCVI WASTED
Thou show'st thy beauty unto all the men That meet thee by the way,And one day thou shalt render it again To death and to decay.
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Thou giv'st thy wisdom to a chosen few, As 'twere some precious book,Yet were there only two or three that knew The art therein to look.
Thou giv'st thy laughter only unto one. He hath no eyes to see.Give, when his bitter jest with thee is done, Thy tears to me!

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