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Come Home! by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Topics: deep-lines, nature-poetry

When wintry winds are no more heard, And joy's in every bosom, When summer sings in every bird, And shines in every blossom, When happy twilight hours are long, Come home, my love, and think no wrong! When berries gleam above the stream And half the fields are yellow, Come back to me, my joyous dream, The world hath not thy fellow! And I will make thee Queen among

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"When wintry winds are no more heard,..."

"Come Home!" by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge is a deep and nature english poem consisting of 13 lines. This English poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "When wintry winds are no more heard, And joy's in every bosom,...", this piece explores themes of deep and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Mary Elizabeth Coleridge's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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