Poems by Hartley Coleridge With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes |
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[Fain would I dive to find my infant self]
Fain would I dive to find my infant self
In the unfathomed ocean of the past;
I can but find a sun-burnt prattling elf,
A forward urchin of four years at least.
In the unfathomed ocean of the past;
I can but find a sun-burnt prattling elf,
A forward urchin of four years at least.
The prettiest speech—'tis in my mind engrained—
That first awaked me from my babyhood:
'Twas a grave saw affectionately feign'd—
“We 'll love you, little master,—if you 're good.”
That first awaked me from my babyhood:
'Twas a grave saw affectionately feign'd—
“We 'll love you, little master,—if you 're good.”
Sweet babe, thou art not yet or good or bad,
Yet God is round thee, in thee, and above thee;
We love, because we love thee, little lad,
And pray thou may'st be good—because we love thee.
Yet God is round thee, in thee, and above thee;
We love, because we love thee, little lad,
And pray thou may'st be good—because we love thee.
| Poems by Hartley Coleridge | |