FULL well I know - my friends - ye look on me <br />A living specter of my Father dead - <br />Had I not bourne his name, had I not fed <br />On him, as one leaf trembling on a tree, <br />A woeful waste had been my minstrelsy - <br />Yet have I sung of maidens newly wed <br />And I have wished that hearts too sharply bled <br />Should throb with less of pain, and heave more free <br />By my endeavor. Still alone I sit <br />Counting each thought as miser counts a penny, <br />Wishing to spend my pennyworth of wit <br />On antic wheel of fortune like a zany: <br />You love me for my sire, to you unknown, <br />Revere me for his sake, and love me for my own.<br /><br />Hartley Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-well-i-know/
