Page:Poems on Various Subjects - Coleridge (1796).djvu/187

 And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire, And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.

Contemplant Spirits! ye that hover o'er With untir'd gaze th' immeasurable fount Ebullient with creative Deity! And ye of plastic power, that interfus'd Roll thro' the grosser and material mass In organizing surge! Holies of God! (And what if Monads of the infinite mind?) I haply journeying my immortal courfe Shall sometime join your mystic choir! Till then I discipline my young noviciate thought