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Poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The clouds had made a crimson crown About the mountains high. The stormy sun was going down In a stormy sky. Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, And hold your breath between? In all the ages this can never be As if it had not been.
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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