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Random Poem of the Day

2Who, in the work, forgets me and the world and himself!
3Ye who have eyes to detect, and Gall to Chastise the imperfect,
4Have you the heart, too, that loves, feels and rewards the Compleat?
5What is the meed of thy Song? 'Tis the ceaseless, the thousandfold Echo
6Which from the welcoming Hearts of the Pure repeats and prolongs it,
7Each with a different Tone, compleat or in musical fragments.

Notes

1] From Notebook 24, one of Coleridge's numerous metrical experiments. Back to Line