Sole Positive of Night!
               Antipathist of Light!
Fate's only essence! primal scorpion rod—
The one permitted opposite of God!—
Condensed blackness and abysmal storm
        Compacted to one sceptre
                 Arms the Grasp enorm—
                    The Interceptor—
The Substance that still casts the shadow Death!—
        The Dragon foul and fell—
            The unrevealable,
And hidden one, whose breath
Gives wind and fuel to the fires of Hell!—
            Ah! sole despair
        Of both th'eternities in Heaven!
Sole interdict of all-bedewing prayer,
            The all-compassionate!
        Save to the Lampads Seven
Reveal'd to none of all th'Angelic State,
        Save to the Lampads Seven,
        That watch the throne of Heaven!
 

Poems by This Author

Answer to a Child's Question by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove
Christabel [excerpt] by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Beneath the lamp the lady bowed
Constancy to an Ideal Object by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Since all that beat about in Nature's range
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Come, come thou bleak December wind
Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The frost performs its secret ministry
Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Love by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All thoughts, all passions, all delights
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It is an ancient mariner
This Lime Tree Bower My Prison by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
What Is an Epigram? by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What is an Epigram? A dwarfish whole
Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair