Samuel Taylor Coleridge

1772 - 1834


Moriens Superstiti

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The hour-bell sounds, and I must go;
Death waits -- again I hear him calling; --
No cowardly desires have I,
Nor will I shun his face appalling.
I die in faith and honour rich --
But ah! I leave behind my treasure
In widowhood and lonely pain; --
To live were surely then a pleasure!

My lifeless eyes upon thy face
Shall never open more to-morrow;
To-morrow shall thy beauteous eyes
Be closed to love, and drown'd in sorrow;
To-morrow death shall freeze this hand,
And on thy breast, my wedded treasure,
I never, never more shall live; --
Alas! I quit a life of pleasure.

Morning Post, May 10, 1798


The Golden Book Of Coleridge
Copyright 1914
London: J.M. Dent & Sons, Ltd.
New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.
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