Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET COMPOSED ON A JOURNEY HOMEWARD, by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE


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First Line: Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll
Last Line: While we wept idly o'er thy little bier!
Subject(s): Birth; Child Birth; Midwifery


Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll
Which makes the present (while the flash doth last)
Seem a mere semblance of some unknown past,
Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the soul
Self-questioned in her sleep; and some have said
We lived, ere yet this robe of flesh we wore.
O my sweet baby! when I reach my door,
If heavy looks should tell me thou art dead,
(As sometimes, through excess of hope, I fear)
I think that I should struggle to believe
Thou wert a spirit, to this nether sphere
Sentenced for some more venial crime to grieve;
Did'st scream, then spring to meet Heaven's quick reprieve,
While we wept idly o'er thy little bier!






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