Coleridge's first Somerset poem was written as a result of his walking tour with Southey in August 1794. From Bristol Coleridge and Southey walked to meet George Burnett at Huntspill, via the Bath and the Mendip Hills, Cheddar Gorge, and then on to Bridgwater and Stowey. At Chilcompton, Coleridge composed what Southey describes as a ‘very beautiful poem’, ‘Lines to a Beautiful Spring in a Village’, only to address it to the wrong village: Kirkhampton near Bath rather than Chilcompton on the old Fosse Way!
Once more! sweet Stream! with slow foot wandering near,
I bless thy milky waters cold and clear.
Escap'd the flashing of the noontide hours,
With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers
(Ere from thy zephyr-haunted brink I turn)
My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn.
For not through pathless grove with murmur rude
Thou soothest the sad wood–nymph, Solitude;
Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well,
The Hermit-fountain of some dripping cell!"
Pride of the Vale! thy useful streams supply
The scatter'd cots and peaceful hamlet nigh.
The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks
With infant uproar and soul-soothing pranks,
Releas'd from school, their little hearts at rest,
Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast.
The rustic here at eve with pensive look
Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook,
Or, starting, pauses with hope-mingled dread
To list the much-lov'd maid's accustom'd tread:
She, vainly mindful of her dame's command,
Loiters, the long-fill'd pitcher in her hand."
Unboastful Stream! thy fount with pebbled falls
The faded form of past delight recalls,
What time the morning sun of Hope arose,
And all was joy; save when another's woes
A transient gloom upon my soul imprest,
Like passing clouds impictur'd on thy breast.
Life's current then ran sparkling to the noon,
Or silvery stole beneath the pensive Moon".
Ah! now it works rude brakes and thorns among,
Or o'er the rough rock bursts and foams along!