Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907)

Jealousy

“THE MYRTLE bush grew shady

Down by the ford.”—

“Is it even so?” said my lady.

“Even so!” said my lord.

“The leaves are set too thick together

For the point of a sword.”

“The arras in your room hangs close,

No light between!

You wedded one of those

That see unseen.”—

“Is it even so?” said the King’s Majesty.

“Even so!” said the Queen.