Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
Come, come thou bleak December wind,And blow the dry leaves from the tree!Flash,
like a Love-thought, thro’ me, DeathAnd take a Life that wearies me.
Samuel Taylor Colerdige
The Poetry Foundation has an excellent biography of Coleridge here:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/samuel-taylor-coleridge