SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

Glycine's Song

A SUNNY shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted : And poised therein a bird so bold

He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he troll'd Within that shaft of sunny mist ;

His eyes of fire, his beak of gold, All else of amethyst !

And thus he sang : ' Adieu ! adieu ! Love's dreams prove seldom true. The blossoms, they make no delay : The sparking dew-drops will not stay. Sweet month of May, We must away ; Far, far away ! To-day ! to-day ! '

��ROBERT SOUTHEY

His Books

Y days among the Dead are past ;

Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast,

The mighty minds of old : My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.

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