Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe
Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
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Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
Call me Sappho, call me Chloris,
Call me Lalage, or Doris,
Only, only, call me thine.
A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
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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!
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.
