Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And the spring comes slowly up this way.

And the spring comes slowly up this way.

How inimitably graceful children are before they learn to dance.

How inimitably graceful children are before they learn to dance.

A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.

A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into read more

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into
day through twilight.

Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May read more

Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!