Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.
Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.