English poem
Poem 164 (I know not. But the very…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
I know not. But the very sunbeams took The darkness of the gnarled and twisted stem; The summer air those wrinkled leaves forsook Nor ever played in them.
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