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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge was born in 1861 in London. Her collections of poetry include Fancy’s Following (Daniel, 1896) and The King with Two Faces (Edward Arnold, 1897). She died in 1907.

"My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His"

None ever was in love with me but grief.
   She wooed my from the day that I was born;
She stole my playthings first, the jealous thief,
   And left me there forlorn.

The birds that in my garden would have sung,
   She scared away with her unending moan;
She slew my lovers too when I was young,
   And left me there alone.

Grief, I have cursed thee often—now at last
   To hate thy name I am no longer free;
Caught in thy bony arms and prisoned fast,
   I love no love but thee.

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge was born in 1861 in London. Her collections of poetry include Fancy’s Following (Daniel, 1896) and The King with Two Faces (Edward Arnold, 1897). 

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