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Coleridge, David Hartley - Oh! My dear mother, art thou still awake
Identifier
007228
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
A description of the experience
Bricks without Mortar – The Selected Poems of Hartley Coleridge
Oh! My dear mother, art thou still awake?
Or art thou sleeping on thy Maker’s arm
Waiting in slumber for the shrill alarm
Ordain’d to give the world its final shake?
Art thou with ‘interlunar night’ opaque
Clad like a worm while waiting for its wings;
Or doth the shadow of departed things
Dwell on thy soul as on a breezeless lake!
Oh! Would that I could see thee in thy heaven
For one brief hour and know I was forgiven
For all the pain and doubt and rankling shame
Which I have caused to make thee weep or sigh.
Bootless the wish! For where thou are on high
Sin casts no shadow, sorrow hath no name
The source of the experience
Coleridge, David HartleyConcepts, symbols and science items
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