Loves Apparition and Evanishment by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Lyrics

       &nbsp       &nbspLike a lone Arab, old and blind,
       &nbsp       &nbspSome caravan had left behind,
       &nbsp       &nbspWho sits beside a ruin'd well,
       &nbsp       &nbspWhere the shy sand-asps bask and swell;
And now he hangs his agéd head aslant,
And listens for a human sound—in vain!
And now the aid, which Heaven alone can grant,
Upturns his eyeless face from Heaven to gain;—
Even thus, in vacant mood, one sultry hour,
Resting my eye upon a drooping plant,
With brow low-bent, within my garden-bower,
I sate upon the couch of camomile;
And—whether 'twas a transient sleep, perchance,
Flitted across the idle brain, the while
I watch'd the sickly calm with aimless scope,
In my own heart; or that, indeed a trance,
Turn'd my eye inward—thee, O genial Hope,
Love's elder sister! thee did I behold,
Drest as a bridesmaid, but all pale and cold,
With roseless cheek, all pale and cold and dim,
       &nbspLie lifeless at my feet!
And then came Love, a sylph in bridal trim,
       &nbspAnd stood beside my seat;
She bent, and kiss'd her sister's lips,
       &nbspAs she was wont to do;—
Alas! 'twas but a chilling breath
Woke just enough of life in death
       &nbspTo make Hope die anew.
L'ENVOY

In vain we supplicate the Powers above;
There is no resurrection for the Love 30
That, nursed in tenderest care, yet fades away
In the chill'd heart by gradual self-decay.