The Friends of Coleridge - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

beloved Friend!
When, looking back, thou seest, in clearer view
Than any liveliest sight of yesterday,
That summer under whose indulgent skies,
Upon smooth Quantock's airy ridge we roved
Unchecked, or loitered 'mid her sylvan coombs,
Thou in bewitching words, with happy heart,
Didst chaunt the vision of that Ancient Man,
The bright-eyed Mariner, and rueful woes
Didst utter of the Lady Christabel.

From Book 14 of The Prelude (1850 version), Wordsworth addressing Coleridge.