English poem
Poem 172 (To lose what never can be…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
To lose what never can be lost, Her faith who still delights me most! So shall I be more than true, Ever in my ageing new. So dull habit shall not be Wrongly called Fidelity.
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