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Coleridge's ode Dejection is a account of his noetic depression. When Coleridge wrote it in 1802, his spousal relationship next to Sara Fricker was close at hand illness and he likewise feared that the rhymester in him was on your last legs.

Coleridge is looking at the sky trying to brainwave a symbol at hand for thing in himself. But he is single dispirited by the jingle of the wind-harp external his liberty.

He attempts to canvass his internal wretchedness:

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"A distress in need a pang, void, dull and drear".

The regret finds no assuagement in word, utterance or slit. With a clean eye he can singular see how "excellently fair" Nature is. But his "heartless mood" has no domination to consciousness its beauties. These cannot elevate the anaesthetizing weight from off his hunch.

The poet's passions can be up by promptings from inwardly himself, if not from surface sources.

Ah! From the life-force itself essential issue forth

A light, a laurels . . .

The vigour of Joy lies within the life-force itself. This Joy is the light, the glory, "the muscular music in the soul", the "beautiful and beauty-making power".

The inner Joy is specified lonesome to those who, resembling Sara Hutchinson, his new loved who was Wordsworth's sister-in-law, are "pure of heart". This joy Coleridge too skilled in his youth, mingled tho' it was next to displease. The joy generated in him a afloat confidence. And, what is more, his Imagination had the all-powerfulness to make up dreams of brightness even out of the drastically matter of misery.

But those life are past, and now the poet's distress, along beside his perpetual search out for pain-relieving drugs, have repressed his birthright, his "shaping psyche of Imagination". Left as he is to "Reality's darkest dream", he turns distant from it with repulsion to comprehend once more to the Eolian harp and the entwine.

As the interweave raves, the chordophone also screams. The poet turns his curiosity from the passive, troubled harp, and he likens the weather to an performing artist or a poet, licensed in tragic art. The rainstorm may communicate the wounds and groans of an ground forces in rout, and past a more tender musical composition of a wasted and anxious toddler. But the harmful weave may whirl out after all to be a mere zero or a trifle that cannot work up Sara Hutchinson's peace.

"And be this to-do but a mountain-birth".

It is, however, below the input of this strong, imaginative weather that the poet's deepest self-contemplation occurs, and also the fullest realisation of domination of joy as it is in reality achieved by Sara Hutchinson herself.

Dejection is a verse form just about emotional state - about sadness, love and joy. But it is as well a literary work something like the notional creative thinking and its loss and recovery.

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