Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 130

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CXXX NO NEWSPAPERS
Where, to me, is the loss
 Of the scenes they saw—of the sounds they heard;
A butterfly flits across,
 Or a bird;
The moss is growing on the wall,
 I heard the leaf of the poppy fall.

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