Pensive, at eve, on the hard world I mused, <br />And my poor heart was sad: so at the Moon <br />I gazed--and sighed, and sighed--for, ah! how soon <br />Eve saddens into night! Mine eyes perused, <br />With tearful vacancy, the dampy grass, <br />That wept and glitter'd in the paly ray, <br />And I did pause me on my lonely way, <br />And mused me on the wretched ones, who pass <br />O'er the black heath of Sorrow. But, alas! <br />Most of myself I thought: when it befell, <br />That the sooth Spirit of the breezy wood <br />Breath'd in mine ear--'All this is very well; <br />But much of one thing is for no thing good.' <br />Ah! my poor heart's inexplicable swell!<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxi-4/
