English poem
Poem 141 (Many a fancy have I found…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
Many a fancy have I found Bright upon that sombre ground; Cupid plays along the edge, Skimming o'er it like a midge; Niobe in turn appears, Thinning it with crystal tears.
False abuse and falser praise, Falsest lays and roundelays! One thing, one alone, I think, Never yet was found in ink;— Truth lies not, the truth to tell, At the bottom of this well!
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