Treasure Island

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(1772-1834 / Devon / England)

Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua


The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power :
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--
In unctuous cones of kindling coal,
Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole,
His gifted ken can see
Phantoms of sublimity.

Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001
Edited: Monday, May 14, 2001

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