Ode on the Departing Year


Spirit who sweepest the wild harp of Time!
It is most hard, with an untroubled ear


Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear!
Yet, mine eye fixed on Heaven’s unchanging clime,


Long had I listened, free from mortal fear,
With inward stillness, and a bowed mind;


When lo! its folds far waving on the wind,
I saw the train of the DEPARTING YEAR!


Starting from my silent sadness,
Then with no unholy madness


Ere yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight,
I raised the impetuous song, and solemnised his flight.”


From The Collected Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Strophe 1.

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