Song

Album cover art for "Song" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Song

0 Plays

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, Love is a sword which cuts its sheath, And through the clefts itself has made, We spy the flashes of the blade! But through the clefts itself has made We likewise see Love's flashing blade, By rust consumed, or snapt in twain; And only hilt and stump remain.

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Samuel Taylor Coleridge