COLERIDGE, for many a studious year I have been
Thy thankful mate; climbing the misty heights
Of speculation, or when-the delights
Of great imagination's realm serene
Blessing me through th' impassioned visions seen
By ravished genius-thou hast shown me sights,
Revealed to mighty Poets with the lights
Struck by creative frenzy; visions clean,
That mind in purgatorial surges dip,
And we come freshened forth, so purified,
That ever anew thy rich companionship
I court, to warm me at a holy fire,
And be with deep soul-logic stoutly plied,
Or trance-ensteeped by thy melodious lyre.