SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw :

It was an Abyssinian maid,

And on her dulcimer she play'd,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me ?

Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

��. Love

ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights,

• • Whatever stirs this mortal frame,

All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.

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