On a Late Connubial Rupture in High Life

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)
On a Late Connubial Rupture in High Life
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I sigh, fair injur'd stranger! for thy fate;  But what shall sighs avail thee? thy poor heart, 'Mid all the 'pomp and circumstance' of state,  Shivers in nakedness. Unbidden, start Sad recollections of Hope's garish dream,  That shaped a seraph form, and named it Love, Its hues gay-varying, as the orient beam  Varies the neck of Cytherea's dove. To one soft accent of domestic joy  Poor are the shouts that shake the high-arch'd dome; Those plaudits that thy public path annoy,  Alas! they tell thee—Thou'rt a wretch at home! O then retire, and weep! Their very woes  Solace the guiltless. Drop the pearly flood On thy sweet infant, as the full-blown rose,  Surcharg'd with dew, bends o'er its neighbouring bud. And ah! that Truth some holy spell might lend  To lure thy Wanderer from the Syren's power; Then bid your souls inseparably blend  Like two bright dew-drops meeting in a flower.
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- Samuel Taylor Coleridge