Hartley Coleridge Poems
|1.||Address To Certain Golfishes||4/15/2010|
|5.||Full Well I Know . . .||4/15/2010|
|6.||How Long I Sailed . . .||4/15/2010|
|7.||Long Time A Child . . .||4/15/2010|
|8.||No Life Vain||4/15/2010|
|11.||She Is Not Fair To Outward View||4/15/2010|
|14.||The Flight Of Youth||4/15/2010|
|17.||Written On The Anniversary Of Our Father's Death||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?
SHE is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be,
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me;
O, then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light!
But now her looks are coy and cold,
To mine they ne'er reply,