EARLY POEMS. TO COLERIDGE. AAKPT2I AIOISS2 IIOTMON ’AHOTMOX. I. Oh! there are spirits in the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts with eyes as fair As starbeams among twilight trees Such lovely ministers to meet Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet. 2. With mountain winds, and babbling springs, And moonlight seas, that are the voice Of these inexplicable things, Thou didst hold commune, and rejoice When they did answer thee. But they Cast like a worthless boon thy love away. 3. And thou hast sought in starry eyes Beams that were never meant for thine, Another’s wealth;—tame sacrifice To a fond faith! Still dost thou pine? Still dost thou hope that greeting hands, Voice, looks, qr lips, may answer thy demands?