Work Without Hope – Hope Poems

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair
The bees are stirring birds are on the wing
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips un brightened, wreath less brow, I stroll
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve
And Hope without an object cannot live.

(Poem By Samuel Coleridge)

    

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