Whether we have been instilled with memories of reciting “Water water, everywhere, nor a drop to drink, water water everywhere, and all the boards did shrink,” or whether we have come upon him all on our own, Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poems have often struck me as words worth remembering, time and again.
Of essence in this particular poem is that what we imagine can actually come alive, and by holding onto the images of ecstasy that we encounter whilst dreaming, we can pay homage to that which we know, which we may not realize that we are taking for granted.
Coleridge’s words are a true testament to the timeless nature of wishing that those things we long for can follow us from the realms of the imaginary and gain new definitions and in the worlds we know.
The words of Coleridge’s poetry continue to haunt long after the pages to the words are closed, and it is precisely this trait of linking with our sense of longing and being, which adds to their timelessness.
Wonder Sonder 
This is a Romantic feeling I particularly like: to realize that we lose the joy of achieving our dreams and aspirations once we get to achieve them. This clearly shows that we are so ambitious, we will always keep dreaming.
I found your post very interesting.
It is one of the most interesting aspects of Romantic thought that desire lasts so long as attainment of this desire occurs. I find it equally fascinating that romantics seemed to revel in such a setting, but simultaneously question times like in this particular poetic instance, when Coleridge stops short of describing the aftermath of the perfection that comes with achieving our dreams and desires, and refuses to move it in the realm of the disappointed… What do you make of that aspect of this particular poem? Thanks for your feedback. Your comment has given me much fodder for thought.
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