Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 30

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XXX NOT YET
Time brought me many another friend
  That loved me longer.
New love was kind, but in the end
  Old love was stronger.

Years come and go. No New Year yet
  Hath slain December.
And all that should have cried—"Forget!"
  Cries but—"Remember!"

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