Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
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Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O liberty! my spirit felt thee there.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
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Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.