Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 86

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LXXXVI THISTLEDOWN
Find me, O my true love, find me,
 All the words by love made strongest,
 All the words that last the longest,
For an oath, an oath to bind me!

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In the East the dawn grows brighter,
 On the wind I hear a whistle.
 Light the down upon the thistle.
Yea, true love, but I am lighter!

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