To the Poet Coleridge
To the Poet Coleridge
Mary Robinson
Rapt in the visionary theme!
Spirit divine! with thee I'll wander,
Where the blue, wavy, lucid stream,
'Mid forest glooms shall slowly meander!
With thee I'll trace the circling bounds
Of thy new Paradise extended;
And listen to the varying sounds
Of winds, and foamy torrents blended.
Now by the source which lab'ring heaves
The mystic fountain, wildly springing,
Where falls the rock and where the leaves
Are trembling — where the birds are singing;
Now o'er the magic stream I'll fly
From this existence, fancy-gifted;
And from the witch's web on high
See many a gaudy thread uplofted.
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Lyrical Tales, 1800.
