Some hang above the tombs, Some weep in empty rooms, I, when the iris blooms, Remember. I, when the cyclamen Opens her buds again, Rejoice a moment-then Remember.
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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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