by Samuel Coleridge
Resembles Life what once was held of Light,Too ample in itself for human sight?An absolute Self an element ungroundedAll, that we see, all colours of all shadeBy encroach of darkness made?
Is very life by consciousness unbounded?And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death?
Is very life by consciousness unbounded?And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death?
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