Not Yet
(from Poems: 1908)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!“
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861-1907)
British novelist and poet
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