What Is Life?

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 ?

By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(The Romantics)               (British Poets)