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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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Is this wide world not large enough to fill thee,
Nor Nature, nor that deep man's Nature, Art?
Are they too thin, too weak and poor to still thee,
Thou little heart?
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Self-Question, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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