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!

So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.

So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any read more

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.

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the read more

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged

While many a glowworm in the shade
Lights up her love torch.

While many a glowworm in the shade
Lights up her love torch.