Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro’ me, Death
And take a Life that wearies me.
“Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind”, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Whilst walking through Ottery St Mary in East Devon, I came across the lane (called The College) where Samuel Taylor Coleridge once lived and grew up. The house and school where he lived and studied are long gone but his spirit lives on… with the help of a plaque on the wall…