COLERIDGE.

TO COLERIDGE.

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.