THE SIGH
by: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(1772-1834)
- HEN Youth his faery reign began
- Ere sorrow had proclaimed me man;
- While Peace the present hour beguiled,
- And all the lovely Prospect smiled;
- Then Mary! 'mid my lightsome glee
- I heav'd the painless Sigh for thee.
- And when, along the waves of woe,
- My harassed Heart was doomed to know
- The frantic burst of outrage keen,
- And the slow Pang that gnaws unseen;
- Then shipwrecked on Life's stormy sea
- I heaved an anguished Sigh for thee!
- But soon Reflection's power imprest
- A stiller sadness on my breast;
- And sickly Hope with waning eye
- Was well content to droop and die:
- I yielded to the stern decree,
- Yet heaved a languid Sigh for thee!
- And though in distant climes to roam,
- A wanderer from my native home,
- I fain would soothe the sense of Care,
- And lull to sleep the Joys that were,
- Thy Image may not banished be--
- Still, Mary! still I sigh for thee.
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