The clouds had made a crimson
Above the mountains high.
The stormy sun was going
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
As if it had not been.
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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907) was a British novelist and poet who also wrote essays and reviews.
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