These lines come from his poem 'This Lime-tree Bower my Prison', which he addressed to his friend and fellow poet and writer, Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)
Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure
No plot so narrow, be but nature there,
No waste so vacant, but may well employ
Each faculty of sense and keep the heart
Awake to love and beauty.
|The Quantons in Somerset where Coleridge wrote 'the Rime of the Ancient Mariner'|