Alfoxton | peterspoetry

Alfoxton

Alfoxton House deserted
No more within its walls
The poet friends who met here
Each empty room recalls
The hopes of the Romantics
Striving to set down
Fine thoughts inspired by nature
Secluded far from town
The ghosts of Samuel, William
And sister Dorothy
Still wander wooded avenues
To where there shines the sea
Idyllic Quantock sojourn
Was fated not to last
Wordsworths fled to Lakeland
Coleridge left his past
Pursuing dreams of Xanadu
The opium in his veins
A frightful, cruel addiction
But poetry remains
A tribute to such intellects
Assembled in this place
That helped create a legacy
We never can replace.