stardust

"Melancholy." A Fragment. Author: S. Taylor Coleridge.

Stretched on a mouldered Abbey´s broadest wall,
Where ruining ivies propped the ruins steep-
Her folded arms wrapping her tattered pall,
Had melancholy mused herself to sleep.
The fern was pressed beneath her hair,
The dark green adder´s tongue was there;
And still as passed the flagging sea-gale weak,
The long lank leaf bowed fluttering over her cheek.

That pallid cheek was flushed: her eager look
Beamed eloquent in slumber!! Inly wrought,
Imperfect sounds her moving lips forsook,
And her bent forehead worked with troubled thought.
Strange was the dream-

Author: S. Taylor Coleridge.