Here you will find the Poem Lines To W. L. While He Sang A Song To Purcell's Music of poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge
While my young cheek retains its healthful hues, And I have many friends who hold me dear; L----! methinks, I would not often hear Such melodies as thine, lest I should lose All memory of the wrongs and sore distress, For which my miserable brethren weep! But should uncomforted misfortunes steep My daily bread in tears and bitterness; And if at death's dread moment I should lie, With no beloved face at my bed-side, To fix the last glance of my closing-eye, Methinks, such strains, breathed by my angel-guide, Would make me pass the cup of anguish by, Mix with the blest, nor know that I had died!
