| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | VI. To the Author of “The Robbers” | | By Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834) |
| | | SCHILLER! that hour I would have wished to die, | |
| If through the shuddering midnight I had sent | |
| From the dark dungeon of the tower time-rent | |
| That fearful voice, a famished Father’s cry, | |
| Lest in some after moment aught more mean | 5 |
| Might stamp me mortal! A triumphant shout | |
| Black Horror screamed, and all her goblin rout | |
| Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene! | |
| Ah, bard tremendous in sublimity! | |
| Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood | 10 |
| Wandering at eve with finely frenzied eye | |
| Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood! | |
| Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood: | |
| Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy! | | | | |
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