In K?hln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang’d with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches ;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
All well defined, and several stinks !
Ye Nymphs that reign o’er sewers and sinks,
The river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne ;
But tell me, Nymphs, what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine ?
(Samuel Coleridge)
More Poetry from Samuel Coleridge:
- Inscription For A Fountain On A Heath (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
- Glycine's Song (Samuel Coleridge Poems)
- Brockley Coomb (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
- Lines (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
- The Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
- As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood (fragment) (Samuel Coleridge Poem)