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Addressed to Charles Lamb of the India House London	A
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In the June of some long expected friends paid a visit	B
to the author's cottage and on the morning of their arrival	C
he met with an accident which disabled him from walking	D
during the whole time of their stay One evening when they	E
had left him for a few hours he composed the following	D
lines in the garden bower	F
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Well they are gone and here must I remain	G
This lime tree bower my prison I have lost	H
Beauties and feelings such as would have been	I
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age	J
Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness They meanwhile	K
Friends whom I never more may meet again	L
On springy heath along the hill top edge	M
Wander in gladness and wind down perchance	N
To that still roaring dell of which I told	O
The roaring dell o'erwooded narrow deep	P
And only specked by the mid day sun	A
Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock	Q
Flings arching like a bridge that branchless ash	R
Unsunn'd and damp whose few poor yellow leaves	S
Ne'er tremble in the gale yet tremble still	T
Fann'd by the water fall and there my friends	U
Behold the dark green file of long lank weeds	V
That all at once a most fantastic sight	W
Still nod and drip beneath the dripping edge	M
Of the blue clay stone	X
Now my friends emerge	Y
Beneath the wide wide Heaven and view again	L
The many steepled tract magnificent	Z
Of hilly fields and meadows and the sea	A2
With some fair bark perhaps whose sails light up	B2
The slip of smooth clear blue betwixt two Isles	C2
Of purple shadow Yes they wander on	D2
In gladness all but thou methinks most glad	E2
My gentle hearted Charles for thou hast pined	F2
And hunger'd after Nature many a year	G2
In the great City pent winning thy way	E
With sad yet patient soul through evil and pain	G
And strange calamity Ah Slowly sink	H2
Behind the western ridge thou glorious Sun	A
Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb	I2
Ye purple heath flowers richlier burn ye clouds	J2
Live in the yellow light ye distant groves	K2
And kindle thou blue Ocean So my friend	L2
Struck with deep joy may stand as I have stood	M2
Silent with swimming sense yea gazing round	N2
On the wide landscape gaze till all doth seem	O2
Less gross than bodily and of such hues	P2
As veil the Almighty Spirit when yet he makes	Q2
Spirits perceive his presence	R2
A delight	W
Comes sudden on my heart and I am glad	E2
As I myself were there Nor in this bower	F
This little lime tree bower have I not mark'd	S2
Much that has sooth'd me Pale beneath the blaze	T2
Hung the transparent foliage and I watch'd	U2
Some broad and sunny leaf and lov'd to see	A2
The shadow of the leaf and stem above	V2
Dappling its sunshine And that walnut tree	A2
Was richly ting'd and a deep radiance lay	E
Full on the ancient ivy which usurps	W2
Those fronting elms and now with blackest mass	X2
Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue	Y2
Through the late twilight and though now the bat	Z2
Wheels silent by and not a swallow twitters	X2
Yet still the solitary humble bee	A2
Sings in the bean flower Henceforth I shall know	A3
That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure	B3
No plot so narrow be but Nature there	C3
No waste so vacant but may well employ	D3
Each faculty of sense and keep the heart	E3
Awake to love and Beauty and sometimes	X2
'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good	M2
That we may lift the soul and contemplate	F3
With lively joy the joys we cannot share	C3
My gentle hearted Charles when the last rook	G3
Beat its straight path along the dusky air	C3
Homewards I blest it deeming its black wing	D
Now a dim speck now vanishing in light	W
Had cross'd the mighty Orb's dilated glory	A2
While thou stood'st gazing or when all was still	T
Flew creeking o'er thy head and had a charm	H3
For thee my gentle hearted Charles to whom	I3
No sound is dissonant which tells of Life	J3

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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