Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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!

The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is read more

The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is its image.

Silence is a friend who will never betray.

Silence is a friend who will never betray.

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.

Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I read more

Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I was young?--Ah, woful when!