Other Past

Life As late I journied o’er the extensive plain Where native Otter sports his scanty stream, Musing in torpid woe a sister’s pain The glorious prospect woke me from the dream. At every step it widen’d to my sight, Wood, Meadow, verdant Hill, and dreary Steep. Following in quick succession of delight, Till all----at once----did my eye ravish’d sleep! May this (I cried) my course through Life portray!

New scenes of wisdom may each step display, And knowledge open as my days advance!

Til what time Death shall pour the undarken’d ray, My eye shall dart thro’ infinite expanse, And thought suspended lie rapture blissful Trance.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834)

Other Past In books we find a journey’d life past, And we the lucky access at last, Mis’ry, joy----enhanced, shared pain and laugh, Knowing ‘pon those ‘fore . . . befell same gaffe, We modern man must be reminded, We not alone . . . nothing new but time. I have had a new awakening, Censor’d past is same as censor now, Past words----embellish’d pamper’d winners.

Hist’ry’s record has missing stories. It’s left to novel fiction sometimes, Real stories tell from parts and pieces, The loss of the losers be reveal’d, So then, we of now may know other past.

BWL

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