The clouds had made a crimson crown
Above the mountains high.
The stormy sun was going down
In a stormy sky.
Why did you let your eyes so rest on me,
And hold your breath between?
In all the ages this can never be
As if it had not been.
(Mary Elizabeth Coleridge)
More Poetry from Mary Elizabeth Coleridge:
- Chillingham (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems)
- He came unto His own, and His own received Him not (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems)
- The Other Side Of A Mirror (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems)
- Our Lady (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems)
- The Witch (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems)
- Death and the Lady (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems)