1799 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

T., "Sonnet, in the Manner of S. T. Coleridge, R. Southey, C. Lamb, and C. Lloyd" The True Briton (29 May 1799).



Ah! PUDDLE, doom'd to wander through the street,
And force thy way o'er many a rugged stone,
The Muse, tear-tributing, thy stream shall greet,
And sympathize with thee in gurgling groan.
Pure was thy source as Morn's etherial dew,
Though now, mud-mingling, must thy current flow,
Ordain'd to creep the broken pavement through,
And sputter-splash the stockings of the Beau.
Pure too was MAN, when in his infant state,
Ere VICE sprang forth, that puddle of the Soul;
And MAN in thee may trace his kindred fate,
As both along TIME'S mazy kennel roll.
For MAN, sin-soil'd, at scouring PENANCE aims,
As thou to clean thyself in silver THAMES.