English poem
Poem 45 (Her voice was the voice that…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
Her voice was the voice that women have, Who plead for their heart's desire. She came—she came—and the quivering flame Sank and died in the fire. It never was lit again on my hearth Since I hurried across the floor, To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door.
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