Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ON A DISCOVERY MADE TOO LATE, by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE



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ON A DISCOVERY MADE TOO LATE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Thou bleedest, my poor heart! And thy distress
Last Line: That wan and sickly droops upon her breast!


Thou bleedest, my poor Heart! and thy distress
Reasoning I ponder with a scornful smile,
And probe thy sore wound sternly, though the while
Swoln be mine eye and dim with heaviness.
Why didst thou listen to Hope's whisper bland?
Or, listening, why forget the healing tale,
When Jealousy with feverous fancies pale
Jarred thy fine fibres with a maniac's hand?
Faint was that Hope, and rayless! -- Yet 'twas fair,
And soothed with many a dream the hour of rest:
Thou shouldst have loved it most, when most opprest,
And nursed it with an agony of care,
Even as a Mother her sweet infant heir
That wan and sickly droops upon her breast!





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