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To Asra By S Coleridge - Elijah's Mantle
Are there two things
Of all which men possess
That are so like each other and so near
As mutual love
Seems like to happiness
Dear asra
Woman beyond utterance dear
This love which ever welling at my heart
Now in it's living fount doth heave and fall
Now overflowing pours thro' every part of all my frame
And fills and changes all
Like vernal waters springing up through snow
This love that seeming great beyond the power of growth
Yet seemeth ever more to grow
Could I transmute the whole
To one rich dower of happy life
And give it all to thee
Thy lot
Me thinks
Were heaven
Thy age
Eternity
