APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The poet in his lone yet genial hour

Gives to his eyes a magnifying power:

Or rather he emancipates his eyes

From the black shapeless accidents of size —

In unctuous cones of kindling coal,

Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim hole,

His gifted ken can see

Phantoms of sublimity.