English poem
Poem 199 (Grief, I have cursed thee often—now…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
Grief, I have cursed thee often—now at last To hate thy name I am no longer free; Caught in thy bony arms and prisoned fast, I love no love but thee.
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