“Around thee and above,
Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black,
An ebon mass; methinks thou piercest it,
As with a wedge! But when I look again,
It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine,
Thy habitation from eternity!”

—  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

St. 1
"Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni" (1802)

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English poet, literary critic and philosopher 1772–1834

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