Work Without Hope Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Work Without Hope

Rating: 3.1


All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair-
The bees are stirring- birds are on the wing-
And WINTER slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye Amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve,
And HOPE without an object cannot live.

Work Without Hope
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Osamh Al Ghamdi 02 February 2008

i jest need a saummery for work without hope in allnature seems at work

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eloquent and sublime. a masterpiece!

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