There was a time when, though my path was rough,
This joy within me dallied with distress,
And all misfortunes were but as the stuff
Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness.
('Dejection: An Ode, ' ll.76-79)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
COLERIDGE does rather have a way with words, doesn't he? And seeing this poem is now out of copyright I suppose it's ok to post it on a public site. Dishonest to claim it as your own, though....