Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power :
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--
In unctuous cones of kindling coal,
Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole,
     His gifted ken can see
     Phantoms of sublimity.

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