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Poems

By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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XXII
HORROR

Thy body is no more thy house,
It is become thy sepulchre.
I cannot any more arouse
The spirit that did inhabit there.
The brain's asleep before its time.
I would that thou hadst died outright,
And I had seen thee, in thy prime,
Go half to darkness, half to light!