Sonnet Composed On A Journey Homeward; ...Of The Birth Of A Son

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Title:     Sonnet Composed On A Journey Homeward; ...Of The Birth Of A Son
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

SONNET COMPOSED ON A JOURNEY HOMEWARD; THE AUTHOR HAVING RECEIVED INTELLIGENCE
OF THE BIRTH OF A SON, SEPT. 20, 1796

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 liv'd, 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
Sentenc'd 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!

1796.

[The end]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Sonnet Composed On A Journey Homeward; The Author Having Received Intelligenceof The Birth Of A Son, Sept. 20, 1796

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