Coleridge's ode Dejection is a story of his psychic devaluation. When Coleridge wrote it in 1802, his marriage ceremony next to Sara Fricker was in the vicinity slump and he likewise feared that the lyricist in him was dying.
Coleridge is looking at the sky maddening to discovery a signal here for something in himself. But he is just dispirited by the clatter of the wind-harp external his breathing space.
He attempts to study his internal wretchedness:
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"A gloom in need a pang, void, gloom and drear".
The mourning finds no alleviation in word, sigh or rip. With a white eye he can solitary see how "excellently fair" Nature is. But his "heartless mood" has no ascendancy to be aware of its beauties. These cannot assist the wearisome weight from off his intuition.
The poet's passions can be upraised by promptings from inside himself, if not from apparent sources.
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Ah! From the essence itself essential mental object forth
A light, a laurels . . .
The rule of Joy lies inwardly the inner self itself. This Joy is the light, the glory, "the virile music in the soul", the "beautiful and beauty-making power".
The interior Joy is given single to those who, look-alike Sara Hutchinson, his new valued who was Wordsworth's sister-in-law, are "pure of heart". This joy Coleridge too veteran in his youth, mingled yet it was beside hurt. The joy generated in him a afloat confidence. And, what is more, his Imagination had the weight to build dreams of comfort even out of the exceedingly matter of bad luck.
But those years are past, and now the poet's distress, along next to his continued query for pain-relieving drugs, have pent-up his birthright, his "shaping psyche of Imagination". Left as he is to "Reality's darkest dream", he turns distant from it beside horror to perceive once again to the Eolian chordophone and the meander.
As the snake raves, the harp also screams. The rhymester turns his awareness from the passive, suffering harp, and he likens the weather to an performing artist or a poet, good judge in tragic art. The gust of wind may fast the wounds and groans of an military service in rout, and consequently a more than tender opus of a missing and overcome minor. But the malicious air current may bend out after all to be a mere null or a dessert that cannot unsettle Sara Hutchinson's order.
"And be this typhoon but a mountain-birth".
It is, however, low the information of this strong, inspired twine that the poet's deepest introspection occurs, and too the fullest discernment of weight of joy as it is in actual fact achieved by Sara Hutchinson herself.
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Dejection is a nursery rhyme around sensitivity - about sadness, respect and joy. But it is as well a verse roughly the resourceful creativeness and its loss and betterment.
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