What Boots To Tell How O'er His Grave

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Title:     What Boots To Tell How O'er His Grave
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

I [S. T. C.] find the following lines among my papers, in my own writing, but whether an unfinished fragment, or a contribution to some friend's production, I know not:--

What boots to tell how o'er his grave
She wept, that would have died to save;
Little they know the heart, who deem
Her sorrow but an infant's dream
Of transient love begotten;
A passing gale, that as it blows
Just shakes the ripe drop from the rose--
That dies and is forgotten.
O Woman! nurse of hopes and fears,
All lovely in thy spring of years,
Thy soul in blameless mirth possessing,
Most lovely in affliction's tears,
More lovely still than tears suppressing.

Undated.

[The end]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: What Boots To Tell How O'er His Grave

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