Dinosaurs! Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery, Launceston. February 2012.
As far as I can tell, this poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge is *NOT* about dinosaurs. As someone who regularly works without hope, I'm not certain that I agree with Mr Coleridge.
Work without Hope, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair -
The bees are stirring - birds are on the wing -
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.