English poem
Poem 17 (When she asks me what befell…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
When she asks me what befell, What befell on Lady Day, I, her lord, that love her well, Whisper in her ear and say—
"All around was dumb and still, Dumb and still as any stone. We went together over the hill, But I came back alone."
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