To Memory by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Strange Power, I know not what thou art, Murderer or mistress of my heart. I know I'd rather meet the blow Of my most unrelenting foe Than live---as now I live---to be Slain twenty times a day by thee. Yet, when I would command thee hence, Thou mockest at the vain pretence, Murmuring in mine ear a song Once loved, alas! forgotten long; And on my brow I feel a kiss
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"Strange Power, I know not what thou art,..."
"To Memory" by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge is a love 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 "Strange Power, I know not what thou art, Murderer or mistress of my heart....", this piece explores themes of love 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.