Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 147

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CXLVII ON SUCH A DAY
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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