Samuel Taylor Coleridge

As Some Vast Tropic Tree, Itself a Wood (Fragment)

As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood,
  That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the flood
  Feeds its deep roots, and with the bulging flank
  Of its wide base controls the fronting bank,
  (By the slant current’s pressure scoop’d away
  The fronting bank becomes a foam-piled bay)
  High in the Fork the uncouth Idol knits
  His channel’d Brows; low murmurs stir by fits
  And dark below the horrid Faquir sits;
 An Horror from its broad Head’s branchy wreath
 Broods o’er the rude Idolatry beneath—

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