Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Nonsense Verses

Ye fowls of ill presage,        &nbspGo vanish into Night! Let all things sweet and fair Yield homage to the pair:        &nbspFrom Infancy to Age Each Brow be smooth and bright, As Lake in evening light. To-day be Joy! and Sorrow        &nbspDevoid of Blame        &nbsp(The widow'd Dame) Shall welcome be to-morrow. Thou, too, dull Night! may'st come unchid: This wall of Flame the Dark hath hid With turrets each a Pyramid;— For the Tears that we shed, are Gladness,        &nbspA mockery of Sadness!