He goes on kindling like a meteor through the dark atmosphere;
yet, when the creation in its is once perfect, then he seems to
rest from his labour, and to smile upon his work, and tell himself that it
is very good.
yet, when the creation in its is once perfect, then he seems to
rest from his labour, and to smile upon his work, and tell himself that it
is very good.
Coleridge - Table Talk
