Poems by Hartley Coleridge With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes |
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[As the dew of the morning bestars every blade]
As the dew of the morning bestars every blade,
But ere noon is no more on the plain,
Yet abides in the bell of the flower in the shade
Till dew comes at evening again.
But ere noon is no more on the plain,
Yet abides in the bell of the flower in the shade
Till dew comes at evening again.
So the feelings of youth, the fond faith of the heart,
In manhood dry up like the dew.
Oh! let them survive in the soul's better part,
Till death shall the morning renew.
In manhood dry up like the dew.
Oh! let them survive in the soul's better part,
Till death shall the morning renew.
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