First Known When Lost: Coleridge
Excerpt:
[A Red Leaf Dances]
Hewlett writes:
Coleridge was with them most days, or they with him [in the late winter of 1798]. Here is a curious point to note. Dorothy records:
"March 7th. -- William and I drank tea at Coleridge's. . . . Observed nothing particularly interesting. . . . One only leaf upon the top of a tree -- the sole remaining leaf -- danced round and round like a rag blown by the wind."
And Coleridge has in Christabel:
The one red leaf, the last of its clan,
That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Maurice Hewlett, A Green Shade: A Country Commentary (1920).
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