On First Looking Into Maysí Coleridge

Albert Ross


(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.



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