English poem
Poem 170 (Ugly thought, that we may meet…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
Ugly thought, that we may meet, Nor feel sure enough to greet. Have you neither doubts nor fears Of the strange, uncounted years?
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