English poem
Poem 20 (The cock was trumpeting the morn…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
The cock was trumpeting the morn. He said: "Sweet love, a long farewell! You have kissed a citizen of Hell, And a soul was doomed when you were born.
"Mourn, mourn no longer for your dear! Him may you never meet above. The gifts that Love hath given to Love, Love gives away again to Fear."
More by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
- Poem 197 (You never heard the human sound…)
- Poem 198 (And I never moaned a moan…)
- Poem 199 (Grief, I have cursed thee often—now…)
- Poem 2 (Yet, for very love…)
- Poem 204 (Without them I may never hope…)
- Poem 206 (And then you needs must die—ah,…)
- Poem 207 (They sent me naked into the…)
- Poem 208 (Venus but a lady sweet…)