Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd

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Title:     Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd,
And my poor heart was sad: so at the moon
I gaz'd-and sigh'd, and sigh'd!--for, ah! how soon
Eve darkens into night. Mine eye perus'd
With tearful vacancy the _dampy_ grass
Which wept and glitter'd in the paly ray;
And I did pause me on my lonely way,
And mused me on those wretched ones who pass
O'er the black heath of Sorrow. But, alas!
Most of Myself I thought: when it befell
That the sooth Spirit of the breezy wood
Breath'd in mine ear--"All this is very well;
But much of _one_ thing is for _no_ thing good."
Ah! my poor heart's inexplicable swell!

1797.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd

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