Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(1772-1834 / Devon / England)

Psyche


The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
The soul's fair emblem, and its only name--
But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of mortal life !--For in this earthly frame
Ours is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame,
Manifold motions making little speed,
And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.

Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001

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