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Celebrating Coleridge


Behold this son of Ottery
He stands where first saw life
His features faithfully rendered
Beneath the sculptor's knife
His notebook firmly in one hand
The other pencil seeks
His thoughts to instant capture
For through his words he speaks
Of Kubla Khan and Xanadu
Of mariner at sea
Condemned to lonely wandering
In awful purgatory
Here we see the poet
His staff rests at his side
As if he seeks the Quantocks
Across once more to stride
In deepest conversation
With others of like mind
Immersing there in nature
To inspiration find.

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