Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Time, Real and Imaginary

ON the wide level of a mountain's head
(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place),
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread,
Two lovely children run an endless race,
A sister and a brother!
This far outstripp'd the other;
Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
And looks and listens for the boy behind:
For he, alas! is blind!
O'er rough and smooth with even step he pass'd,
And knows not whether he be first or last.

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2. Brockley Coomb
3. To a Friend, with an Unfinished Poem
4. The Pang More Sharp Than All
5. Humility the Mother of Charity

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