Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
On Receiving an Account that his Only Sister's Death was Inevitable
(1794)
“ Fated to rove thro' Life's wide cheerless plain- Nor father, brother, sister meets its ken- My woes, my joys unshared! Ah! long ere then On me thy icy dart, stern Death, be prov'd;- Better to die, than live and not be lov'd. ”
