What Is Life?
by S.T Coleridge
Resembles Life what once was held of Light,Too ample in itself for human sight ?
An absolute Self--an element ungrounded--All, that we see, all colours of all shade
By encroach of darkness made ?--Is very life by consciousness unbounded ?And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death ?
