Sibylline Leaves (Coleridge)/To a Young Lady

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Sibylline Leaves
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
To a Young Lady. On her Recovery from a Fever.

First published in the Morning Post, 9th December, 1799

3188165Sibylline Leaves — To a Young Lady. On her Recovery from a Fever.Samuel Taylor Coleridge

TO A YOUNG LADY.

On her Recovery from a Fever.

Why need I say, Louisa dear!
How glad I am to see you here,
A lovely convalescent;
Risen from the bed of pain, and fear,
And feverish heat incessant.

The sunny Showers, the dappled Sky,
The little Birds that warble high,
Their vernal loves commencing,
Will better welcome you than I,
With their sweet influencing.

Believe me, while in bed you lay,
Your danger taught us all to pray:
You made us grow devouter!
Each eye look'd up and seemed to say,
How can we do without her?

Besides, what vex'd us worse, we knew,
They have no need of such as you
In the place where you were going:
This World has angels all too few,
And Heaven is overflowing!