O LET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and o'er precise,
That I may charm my charmàd dear
As tho' I felt a secret fear
To lose what never can be lost,—
Her faith who still delights me most!
So shall I be more than true,
Ever in my ageing new.
So dull habit shall not be
Wrongly call'd Fidelity.

• Come Home! - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861-1907)
• Death and the Lady - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861-1907)
• Blue and White - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861-1907)
• Affection - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861-1907)
• The Other Side of a Mirror - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861-1907)