Hartley Coleridge Poems
|1.||How Long I Sailed . . .||4/15/2010|
|5.||No Life Vain||4/15/2010|
|6.||Full Well I Know . . .||4/15/2010|
|8.||The Flight Of Youth||4/15/2010|
|12.||Long Time A Child . . .||4/15/2010|
|13.||Address To Certain Golfishes||4/15/2010|
|14.||Written On The Anniversary Of Our Father's Death||4/15/2010|
|15.||She Is Not Fair To Outward View||4/15/2010|
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SHE pass'd away like morning dew
Before the sun was high;
So brief her time, she scarcely knew
The meaning of a sigh.
As round the rose its soft perfume,
Sweet love around her floated;
Admired she grew--while mortal doom
Crept on, unfear'd, unnoted.
Love was her guardian Angel here,
But Love to Death resign'd her;
Tho' Love was kind, why should we fear
But holy Death is kinder?
WHEN we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:
One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
That, wisely doting, ask'd not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;