Lost in a
Welsh thunderstorm
Joseph
Hucks, friend of the poet,
Found
shelter with Coleridge and two men
Whose
names are unknown to history.
About midnight, Coleridge thought
It would
be as well to go mountain climbing;
The
lightning would illuminate the way
And the
wind hurling rain at them
Would be
invigorating. For once his golden tongue
Failed to
persuade. He took the only bench;
The
nameless men were given blankets
And slept
on the floor, wrapped in them.
Hucks was
allotted the most uncomfortable chair
In all of
Southern
Wales.
Searching the house
He found
only one book: a Welsh dictionary
Which he
spent the night reading.
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