 | Poems by Hartley Coleridge |  |
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The earliest wish I ever knew
Was woman's kind regard to win;
I felt it long ere passion grew,
Ere such a wish could be a sin.
Was woman's kind regard to win;
I felt it long ere passion grew,
Ere such a wish could be a sin.
And still it lasts;—the yearning ache
No cure has found, no comfort known:
If she did love, 'twas for my sake,
She could not love me for her own.
No cure has found, no comfort known:
If she did love, 'twas for my sake,
She could not love me for her own.
| Poems by Hartley Coleridge | |