"I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme." -- Henry James
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Daily Dose
From The Complete Poetical Works of Hartley Coleridge
FRIENDSHIP
WHEN we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:
One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
That, wisely doting, ask'd not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
That man is more than half of nature's treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity.
Dearest Brad, thank you so much for posting this.
ReplyDeleteYour friend Linde