પૃષ્ઠ:Saraswati Chandra Part 4.pdf/૧૪

“Mother Sage of Self-dominion,

Them thy steps, I Melancholy.

The strongest plume in wisdom's pinion

Is the memory of past folly.

Mute the skylark and forlorn

While she moults the firstling plumes,

What had skimm'd the tender corn

n the bean field's odorous blooms,

Soon with renovated wing

Shall she dare a loftier flight,

Upward to the daystar spring.

And embathe in heavenly light.

COLERIDGE.