Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(1772-1834 / Devon / England)


Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, Somersetshire, May 1795

With many a pause and oft reverted eye
I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near
Warble in shade their wild-wood melody:
Far off the unvarying Cuckoo soothes my ear.
Up scour the startling stragglers of the flock
That on green plots o'er precipices browze:
From the deep fissures of the naked rock
The Yew-tree bursts! Beneath its dark green boughs
(Mid which the May-thorn blends its blossoms white)
Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats,
I rest: - and now have gain'd the topmost site.
Ah! what a luxury of landscape meets
My gaze! Proud towers, and Cots more dear to me,
Elm-shadow'd Fields, and prospect-bounding Sea!
Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear:
Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here!

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (3/8/2016 3:54:00 PM)

    Yea! ! ! A gentler less overly excited Coleridge without the trappings of haunted dreams and weird goings-on. Enjoyed this change of pace- -not that I want to live without Kubla Khan and Limbo(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002