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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pang More Sharp Than All. An Allegory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.<br>He too has flitted from his secret nest,<br>Hope's last and dearest child without a name!--<br>Has flitted from me, like the warmthless flame,<br>That makes false promise of a place of rest<br>To the tired Pilgrim's still believing mind;--<br>Or like some Elfin Knight in kingly court,<br>Who having won all guerdons in his sport,<br>Glides out of view, and whither none can find!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.<br>Yes! he hath flitted from me--with what aim,<br>Or why, I know not! 'Twas a home of bliss,<br>And he was innocent, as the pretty shame<br>Of babe, that tempts and shuns the menaced kiss,<br>From its twy-cluster'd hiding place of snow!<br>Pure as the babe, I ween, and all aglow<br>As the dear hopes, that swell the mother's breast--<br>Her eyes down gazing o'er her clasped charge;--<br>Yet gay as that twice happy father's kiss,<br>That well might glance aside, yet never miss,<br>Where the sweet mark emboss'd so sweet a targe--<br>Twice wretched he who hath been doubly blest!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.<br>Like a loose blossom on a gusty night<br>He flitted from me--and has left behind<br>(As if to them his faith he ne'er did plight)<br>Of either sex and answerable mind<br>Two playmates, twin-births of his foster-dame:--<br>The one a steady lad (Esteem he hight)<br>And Kindness is the gentler sister's name.<br>Dim likeness now, though fair she be and good,<br>Of that bright boy who hath us all forsook;--<br>But in his full-eyed aspect when she stood,<br>And while her face reflected every look,<br>And in reflection kindled--she became<br>So like him, that almost she seem'd the same!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV.<br>Ah! he is gone, and yet will not depart!--<br>Is with me still, yet I from him exiled!<br>For still there lives within my secret heart<br>The magic image of the magic Child,<br>Which there he made up-grow by his strong art,<br>As in that crystal orb--wise Merlin's feat,--<br>The wondrous 'World of Glass,' wherein inisled<br>All long'd for things their beings did repeat;--<br>And there he left it, like a Sylph beguiled,<br>To live and yearn and languish incomplete!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V.<br>Can wit of man a heavier grief reveal?<br>Can sharper pang from hate or scorn arise?--<br>Yes! one more sharp there is that deeper lies,<br>Which fond Esteem but mocks when he would heal.<br>Yet neither scorn nor hate did it devise,<br>But sad compassion and atoning zeal!<br>One pang more blighting-keen than hope betray'd!<br>And this it is my woeful hap to feel,<br>When, at her Brother's hest, the twin-born Maid<br>With face averted and unsteady eyes,<br>Her truant playmate's faded robe puts on;<br>And inly shrinking from her own disguise<br>Enacts the faery Boy that's lost and gone.<br>O worse than all! O pang all pangs above<br>Is Kindness counterfeiting absent Love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a></strong></div>