Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 167

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CLXVII BROKEN FRIENDSHIP
Give me no gift! Less than thyself were nought.
It was thyself, alas! not thine I sought.
Once reigned I as a monarch in this heart,
Now from the doors a stranger I depart.

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