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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Phantom Or Fact? A Dialogue In Verse
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Author.
A lovely form there sate beside my bed,
And such a feeding calm its presence shed,
A tender love so pure from earthly leaven
That I unnethe the fancy might control,
`Twas my own spirit newly come from heaven
Wooing its gentle way into my soul!
But ah! the change -- It had not stirred, and yet
Alas! that change how fain would I forget?
That shrinking back, like one that had mistook!
That weary, wandering, disavowing Look!
`Twas all another, feature, look and frame,
And still, methought, I knew it was the same!

Friend.
This riddling Tale, to what does it belong?
Is`t History? Vision? or an idle Song?
Or rather say at once, within what space
Of Time this wild disastrous change took place?

Author. 
Call it a moment`s work (and such it seems),
This Tale`s a Fragment from the Life of Dreams;
But say, that years matured the silent strife,
And `tis a Record from the Dream of Life.
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