Farewell To Love

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Title:     Farewell To Love
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth;
More fondly ne'er did mother eye her child
Than I your form: _yours_ were my hopes of youth,
And as _you_ shaped my thoughts I sighed or smiled.

While most were wooing wealth, or gaily swerving
To pleasure's secret haunts, and some apart
Stood strong in pride, self-conscious of deserving,
To you I gave my whole weak wishing heart.

And when I met the maid that realised
Your fair creations, and had won her kindness,
Say, but for her if aught on earth I prized!
_Your_ dreams alone I dreamt, and caught your blindness.

O grief!--but farewell, Love! I will go play me
With thoughts that please me less, and less betray me.

1806.

[The end]
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Farewell To Love

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