The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Illustrated Edition). Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Dear shall it be to every human heart,
To me how more than dearest! Me, on whom
Comfort from thee, and utterance of thy Love,
Come with such Heights and Depths of Harmony
Such sense of Wings uplifting, that its might
Scatter’d and quell’d me, till my Thoughts became
A bodily Tumult; and thy faithful Hopes,
Thy Hopes of me, dear Friend! by me unfelt!
Were troublous to me, almost as a Voice
Familiar once and more than musical;
As a dear Woman’s Voice to one cast forth,
A Wanderer with a worn-out heart forlorn,
Mid Strangers pining with untended wounds.
O Friend! too well thou know’st, of what sad years
The long suppression had benumbed my soul,
That, even as Life returns upon the Drown’d,
The unusual Joy awoke a throng of Pains—
Keen Pangs of Love, awakening, as a Babe,
Turbulent, with an outcry in the Heart!
And Fears self-will’d, that shunn’d the eye of Hope,
And Hope, that scarce would know itself from Fear;
Sense of past youth, and manhood come in vain,
And Genius given and Knowledge won in vain;
And all, which I had cull’d in wood-walks wild,
And all, which patient Toil had rear’d, and all,
Commune with Thee had open’d out—but Flowers
Strew’d on my Corse, and borne upon my Bier,
In the same Coffin, for the selfsame Grave!
That way no more! and ill beseems it me,
Who came a Welcomer, in Herald’s Guise,
Singing of Glory and Futurity,
To wander back on such unhealthful road
Plucking the Poisons of Self-harm! And ill
Such intertwine beseems triumphal wreaths
Strew’d before thy advancing! Thou too, Friend!
Impair thou not the memory of that hour
Of thy Communion with my nobler mind
By pity or grief, already felt too long!
Nor let my words import more blame than needs.
The tumult rose and ceas’d: for Peace is nigh
Where Wisdom’s voice has found a list’ning Heart.
Amid the howl of more than wintry storms
The Halcyon hears the Voice of vernal Hours,
Already on the wing!
Eve following Eve
Dear tranquil Time, when the sweet sense of Home
Is sweetest! Moments, for their own sake hail’d,
And more desired, more precious for thy Song!
In silence listening, like a devout child,
My soul lay passive, by the various strain
Driven as in surges now, beneath the stars
With momentary stars of her own birth,
Fair constellated Foam, still darting off
Into the Darkness; now a tranquil Sea,
Outspread and bright, yet swelling to the Moon.
And when—O Friend! my Comforter! my Guide!
Strong in thyself and powerful to give strength!—
Thy long sustained Song finally clos’d,
And thy deep voice had ceas’d—yet thou thyself
Wert still before mine eyes, and round us both
That happy Vision of beloved Faces—
(All whom, I deepliest love—in one room all!)
Scarce conscious and yet conscious of its close
I sate, my Being blended in one Thought,
(Thought was it? or aspiration? or resolve?)
Absorb’d; yet hanging still upon the Sound—
And when I rose, I found myself in Prayer.
The Complete Poems in Chronological Order
1788 SONNET: TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON
1789 ANTHEM FOR THE CHILDREN OF CHRIST’S HOSPITAL
1791 ON RECEIVING AN ACCOUNT THAT HIS ONLY SISTER’S DEATH WAS INEVITABLE
1794 PERSPIRATION. A TRAVELLING ECLOGUE
1796 THE DESTINY OF NATIONS: A VISION
1787
EASTER HOLIDAYS
Hail! festal Easter that dost bring
Approach of sweetly-smiling spring,
When Nature’s clad in green:
When feather’d songsters through the grove
With beasts confess the power of love 5
And brighten all the scene.
Now youths the breaking stages load
That swiftly rattling o’er the road
To Greenwich haste away:
While some with sounding oars divide 10
Of smoothly-flowing Thames the tide
All sing the festive lay.
With mirthful dance they beat the ground,
Their shouts of joy the hills resound
And catch the jocund noise: 15
Without a tear, without a sigh
Their moments all in transports fly
Till evening