Samuel Taylor Coleridge — What is Life

       &nbspResembles life what once was deem'd of light,        &nbspToo ample in itself for human sight? An absolute self—an element ungrounded— All that we see, all colours of all shade        &nbsp       &nbspBy encroach of darkness made?— Is very life by consciousness unbounded? And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath, A war-embrace of wrestling life and death?