On First Looking Into Maysí Coleridge
(Coleridge Bulletin New Series 18, Winter 2001, p53)
Much have I travelled through library stacks
And many fine poetic volumes browsed;
Round online catalogues I often moused,
Those cyber regions where one surfs and hacks.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That full-lipped Coleridge ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till MAYS displayed it loud and bold.
But sod it, Jim, this stolen Keats wonít doó
Whatís stout Cortez to you, or vice versa?
Iím left by you and your great work, sir,
Silent, upon a peak in Xanadu.