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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

On the Late S. T. Coleridge

By Washington Allston (1779–1843)

[From Lectures on Art, and Poems, by Washington Allston. Edited by R. H. Dana, Jr. 1850.]

AND thou art gone, most loved, most honored friend!

No, nevermore thy gentle voice shall blend

With air of Earth its pure ideal tones,

Binding in one, as with harmonious zones,

The heart and intellect. And I no more

Shall with thee gaze on that unfathomed deep,

The Human Soul,—as when, pushed off the shore,

Thy mystic bark would through the darkness sweep,

Itself the while so bright! For oft we seemed

As on some starless sea,—all dark above,

All dark below,—yet, onward as we drove,

To plough up light that ever round us streamed.

But he who mourns is not as one bereft

Of all he loved: thy living Truths are left.