Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 28, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Work Without Hope

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834).

 

Work Without Hope

 

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,                                                5

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!                             10

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.

 

Notes:

http://www.orgs.muohio.edu/anthologies/bijou/vissat/Workwithouthope.htm

http://www.friendsofcoleridge.com/

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poet/71.html


Responses

  1. Reblogged this on GoodPoetry and commented:
    This is a beautiful poem. I especially like the ending: “Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live”. This is so true! Hope must be in someone or something! :-0


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