Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(1772-1834 / Devon / England)

Work Without Hope

Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And WINTER slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring !
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not ! Glide, rich streams, away !
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll :
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ?
WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve,
And HOPE without an object cannot live.

Comments about Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  • laryana (12/27/2018 9:48:00 AM)

    my best friend's ex-wife makes $68 an hour on the computer. She has been out of a job for 7 months but last month her income was $18827 just working on the computer for a few hours. Here's the site to read

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  • Osamh Al Ghamdi (2/2/2008 9:02:00 PM)

    i jest need a saummery for work without hope in allnature seems at work(Report)Reply

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  • Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler (6/15/2005 7:21:00 AM)

    eloquent and sublime. a masterpiece!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001

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