For I was reared in the great city, pent with cloisters dim, and saw naught lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe! Shalt wander like a breeze. By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags. Of ancient mountains, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores. And mountain crags: so shall thou see and hear. The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God. Utters, who from eternity doth teach. Himself in all, and al things in himself. Great universal teacher! He shall mold. Thy spirit and by giving , make it ask.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: October 21, 1772
- Died: July 25, 1834
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