Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Epitaph on an Infant

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there. 

1. Home-Sick. Written In Germany
2. To the Autumnal Moon
3. Duty Surviving Self-Love, the Only Sure Friend of Declining Life
4. To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation That Women Have No Souls
5. The Picture, Or The Lover's Resolution

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