SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

'Twas partly love, and partly fear, And partly 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see. The swelling of her heart.

[ calm'd her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve,

My bright and beauteous Bride.

��Touth and Age

\ 7ERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, ^ Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee Both were mine ! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,

When I was young :

When I was young ? Ah, woful When : Ah 1 for the change 'twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flash'd along Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide ! Naught cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in 't together.

Flowers are lovely! Love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree;

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