THE MIGHTY Minstrel breathes no longer, br Mid mouldering ruins low he lies; br And death upon the braes of Yarrow br Has closed the Shepherd-poet’s eyes: br br Nor has the rolling year twice measured, br From sign to sign, its steadfast course, br Since every mortal power of Coleridge br Was frozen at its marvellous source; br br The ’rapt One, of the godlike forehead, br The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: br And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, br Has vanished from his lonely hearth.