English poem
Poem 197 (You never heard the human sound…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
You never heard the human sound Of wailing and despair. Nor faithful proved nor faithless found, You lived and moved in beauty crowned, Content with being fair.
If I had known those eyes could weep That used to sparkle so, You had been mine to love, to keep, But all too late I probed the deep And all too late I know.
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