Poems by Hartley Coleridge With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes |
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SENSE, IF YOU CAN FIND IT. |
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SENSE, IF YOU CAN FIND IT.
Like one pale, flitting, lonely gleam
Of sunshine on a winter's day,
There came a thought upon my dream,
I know not whence, but fondly deem
It came from far away.
Of sunshine on a winter's day,
There came a thought upon my dream,
I know not whence, but fondly deem
It came from far away.
Those sweet, sweet snatches of delight
That visit our bedarken'd clay,
Like passage birds, with hasty flight,
It cannot be they perish quite,
Although they pass away.
That visit our bedarken'd clay,
Like passage birds, with hasty flight,
It cannot be they perish quite,
Although they pass away.
They come and go, and come again;
They're ours, whatever time they stay:
Think not, my heart, they come in vain,
If one brief while they soothe thy pain
Before they pass away.
They're ours, whatever time they stay:
Think not, my heart, they come in vain,
If one brief while they soothe thy pain
Before they pass away.
But whither go they? No one knows
Their home,—but yet they seem to say,
That far beyond this gulf of woes,
There is a region of repose
For them that pass away.
Their home,—but yet they seem to say,
That far beyond this gulf of woes,
There is a region of repose
For them that pass away.
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