Sunday, February 10, 2013

Sad Contemplation yet a Brilliant Morning...

Since then, at an uncertain hour,
The agony returns;
And til my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.
I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
The moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me;
To him my tale I teach


Samuel Taylor Coleridge - My hero