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'My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His' by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge |

"My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His"
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

None ever was in love with me but grief.

She wooed my from the day that I was born;

She stole my playthings first, the jealous thief,

And left me there forlorn.


The birds that in my garden would have sung,

She scared away with her unending moan;

She slew my lovers too when I was young,

And left me there alone.


Grief, I have cursed thee often--now at last

To hate thy name I am no longer free;

Caught in thy bony arms and prisoned fast,

I love no love but thee.


About This Poem

The title "My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His" refers to a line from Sir Philip Sidney's long work Arcadia, an influential romance from the sixteenth century.
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