Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 1772-1834 : THE EOLIAN HARP
COMPOSED AT CLEVEDON, SOMERSETSHIRE [from The Complete Poetical Works (1912)]
1 My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
2 Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
3 To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o'ergrown
4 With white-flower'd Jasmin, and the broad-leav'd Myrtle,
5 (Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!)
6 And watch the clouds, that late were rich with light,
7 Slow saddening round, and mark the star of eve
8 Serenely brilliant (such should Wisdom be)
9 Shine opposite! How exquisite the scents
10 Snatch'd from yon bean-field! and the world so hush'd!
11 The stilly murmur of the distant Sea
12 Tells us of silence.
12 And that simplest Lute,
13 Placed length-ways in the clasping casement, hark!
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14 How by the desultory breeze caress'd,
15 Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover,
16 It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs
17 Tempt to repeat the wrong! And now, its strings
18 Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes
19 Over delicious surges sink and rise,
20 Such a soft floating witchery of sound
21 As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve
22 Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land,
23 Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers,
24 Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise,
25 Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untam'd wing!
26 O! the one Life within us and abroad,
27 Which meets all motion and becomes its soul,
28 A light in sound, a sound-like power in light,
29 Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where---
30 Methinks, it should have been impossible
31 Not to love all things in a world so fill'd;
32 Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air
33 Is Music slumbering on her instrument.
34 And thus, my Love! as on the midway slope
35 Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon,
36 Whilst through my half-clos'd eye-lids I behold
37 The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main,
38 And tranquil muse upon tranquillity;
39 Full many a thought uncall'd and undetain'd,
40 And many idle flitting phantasies,
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41 Traverse my indolent and passive brain,
42 As wild and various as the random gales
43 That swell and flutter on this subject Lute!
44 And what if all of animated nature
45 Be but organic Harps diversely fram'd,
46 That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps
47 Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
48 At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
49 But thy more serious eye a mild reproof
50 Darts, O belovéd Woman! nor such thoughts
51 Dim and unhallow'd dost thou not reject,
52 And biddest me walk humbly with my God.
53 Meek Daughter in the family of Christ!
54 Well hast thou said and holily disprais'd
55 These shapings of the unregenerate mind;
56 Bubbles that glitter as they rise and break
57 On vain Philosophy's aye-babbling spring.
58 For never guiltless may I speak of him,
59 The Incomprehensible! save when with awe
60 I praise him, and with Faith that inly feels ;
61 Who with his saving mercies healéd me,
62 A sinful and most miserable man,
63 Wilder'd and dark, and gave me to possess
64 Peace, and this Cot, and thee, heart-honour'd Maid!
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