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Poems

By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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CXIX
ONE DAY IN EVERY YEAR

One day in every year
A hope that is a fear
Comes very near.
Once, every year, I say,
“Less long now the delay
Shorter the way.”
Whether for joy or woe
I say that this is so
I do not know.

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Only one thing is clear:
A hope that is a fear
Comes near.