| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 32. On the Late S. T. Coleridge |
| | | By Washington Allston |
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| AND thou art gone, most loved, most honored friend! | |
| No, nevermore thy gentle voice shall blend | |
| With air of Earth its pure ideal tones, | |
| Binding in one, as with harmonious zones, | |
| The heart and intellect. And I no more | 5 |
| Shall with thee gaze on that unfathomed deep, | |
| The Human Soul,—as when, pushed off the shore, | |
| Thy mystic bark would through the darkness sweep, | |
| Itself the while so bright! For oft we seemed | |
| As on some starless sea,—all dark above, | 10 |
| All dark below,—yet, onward as we drove, | |
| To plough up light that ever round us streamed. | |
| But he who mourns is not as one bereft | |
| Of all he loved: thy living Truths are left. | |
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