Theodore Watts-Dunton

(1832-1914 / England)

Coleridge - Poem by Theodore Watts-Dunton

I see thee pine like her in golden story
Who, in her prison, woke and saw, one day,
The gates thrown open--saw the sunbeams play,
With only a web 'tween her and summer's glory;
Who, when that web--so frail, so transitory
It broke before her breath--had fallen away,
Saw other webs and others rise for aye
Which kept her prison till her hair was hoary.
Those songs half-sung that yet were all divine--
That woke Romance, the queen, to reign afresh--
Had been but preludes from that lyre of thine,
Could thy rare spirit's wings have pierced the mesh
Spun by the wizard who compels the flesh,
But lets the poet see how heaven can shine.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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