Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“ As a contrast to this vision I have annexed a fragment of a very different character, describing with equal fidelity the dream of pain and disease.
ERE on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees;
But silently, by slow degrees,
My spirit I to Love compose,
In humble trust mine eye-lids close,
With reverential resignation,
No wish conceived, no thought exprest,
Only a sense of supplication ”

“ And each mis-shape the other. Stay awhile,
Poor youth I who scarcely dar'st lift up thine eyes—
The stream will soon renew its smoothness, soon
The visions will return! And lo! he stays,
And soon the fragments dim of lovely forms
Come trembling back, unite, and now once more
The pool becomes a mirror.
Yet from the still surviving recollections in his mind, the Author has frequently purposed to finish for himself what had been originally, as it were, given to him. Αὔριον ᾅδιον ᾄσω: but the to-morrow is yet to come. ”