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Work Without Hope
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge


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All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair
The bees are stirringbirds are on the wing
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 -1834) was an English poet, literary critic and lecturer, and is considered one of the most influential  poets of the Romantic period. A loner who loved to read and enjoyed writing poetry even as a child, Samuel suffered from poor health throughout his entire life—a condition not helped by his addiction to opium and his ongoing depression. His was not a happy life, but he left behind a significant legacy.

 


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John:
An odd sort-of sonnet, speaking of the depression mentioned in the description. But "Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve," that's a fine line.
Posted 03/01/2014 09:17 AM


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