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The Deserted House

There's no smoke in the chimney,

And the rain beats on the floor;

There's no glass in the window,

There's no wood in the door;

The heather grows behind the house,

And the sand lies before.

No hand hath trained the ivy,

The walls are grey and bare;

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Our Lady

MOTHER of God! no lady thou:

Common woman of common earth

Our Lady ladies call thee now,

But Christ was never of gentle birth;

A common man of the common earth.

For God’s ways are not as our ways:

The noblest lady in the land

Would have given up half her days,

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Death and the Lady

TURN in, my lord, she said ;

As it were the Father of Sin

I have hated the Father of the Dead,

The slayer of my kin ;

By the Father of the Living led,

Turn in, my lord, turn in.

We were foes of old ; thy touch was cold,

But mine is warm as life ;

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

When my love did what I would not, what I would not

When my love did what I would not, what I would not,

I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,

Crying, "e;Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not.

Love is blind!"

When my love said what I say not, what I say not,

With a joyous laugh he quieted my fears,

Whispering, "Fairest, hearken not, for hear you may not.

Hath Love ears?"

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

After St Augustine

Sunshine let it be or frost,

Storm or calm, as Thou shalt choose;

Though Thine every gift were lost,

Thee Thyself we could not lose.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Unwelcome

We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise,

And the door stood open at our feast,

When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes,

And a man with his back to the East.

O, still grew the hearts that were beating so fast,

The loudest voice was still.

The jest died away on our lips as thy passed,

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

A Moment

The clouds had made a crimson crown

Above the mountains high.

The stormy sun was going down

In a stormy sky.

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.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

The Train

A green eye-and a red-in the dark.

Thunder-smoke-and a spark.

It is there-it is here-flashed by.

Whither will the wild thing fly?

It is rushing, tearing thro’ the night,

Rending her gloom in its flight/

It shatters her silence with shrieks,

Where is it the wild thing seeks?

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Punctilio

O LET me be in loving nice,

Dainty, fine, and o’er precise,

That I may charm my charmàd dear

As tho’ I felt a secret fear

To lose what never can be lost,—

Her faith who still delights me most!

So shall I be more than true,

Ever in my ageing new.

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Blue and White

BLUE is Our Lady’s colour,

White is Our Lord’s.

To-morrow I will wear a knot

Of blue and white cords,

That you may see it, where you ride

Among the flashing swords.

O banner, white and sunny blue,

With prayer I wove thee!

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief

I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief.

Thou canst not bring the old days back again;

For I was happy then,

Not knowing heavenly joy, not knowing grief

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Affection

The earth that made the rose,

She also is thy mother, and not I.

The flame wherewith thy maiden spirit glows

Was lighted at no hearth that I sit by.

I am as far below as heaven above thee.

Were I thine angel, more I could not love thee.

Bid me defend thee!

Thy danger over-human strength shall lend me,

by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge