English poem
Poem 6 (At last I lay upon the…)
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)
At last I lay upon the ground alone. No voice; the empty silence cried, "Begone!"
Then I arose and turned about to flee. On either hand there was no place for me.
The shining ones said sadly, "All too late! None enter Heaven but through the narrow gate."
The fiery ones said sadly, "All too fast! There is no need of Hell, while Earth shall last."
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