Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 116

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CXVI
On a day, and on a day,
When my love was far away,
Down I sat and spake to him
Words whereat my eyes grew dim;
Words whereby my cheeks became
Suddenly a burning flame;
Words wherewith my hands grew cold
As the touch of churchyard mould.

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