Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Last Lines
A war-embrace of wrestling life and death?
Alas! I quit a life of pleasure.
And 'tis a record from the dream of life.
And deep the cavern of the mountain mutters.
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
And Hope without an object cannot live.
And knows not whether he be first or last.
And say I greet thee with a brother's love!
And tells the jest without the smile.
Because to thee they are not what they were.
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.
Even now the keen North-East is on its way.
For us she bore the heavenly Lord!
Has he no friend, no loving mother near?
His soul is with the saints, I trust.
I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee!
I love my Love, and my Love loves me!
If love's strong fears would let me tell his name!
Like the whizz of my cross-bow!
Love is the Spirit of Life, and Music the Life of the Spirit!
Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow.
May be born in a holy twilight!
Meets it with brow uplift, and stays his reaping.
Mix with the blest, nor know that I had died!
My bright and beauteous Bride.
No sparrow falleth to the ground.
Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
Shivering with ecstasy sank upon her bosom.
Shone through her body visibly.
The things that seek the earth, how full of noise and riot!
They had taken his all; and REVENGE WAS SWEET!
