27 Coleridge's love for Poole makes his feelings for Wordsworth seem pale in contrast, as we see in these tender testaments of his love. Before leaving for Germany, Coleridge writes to Poole:
I am on the point of leaving my native country for the first time—a country, which, God Almighty knows, is dear to me above all things for the love I bear to you.—Of many friends, whom T love and esteem, my head & heart have ever chosen you as the Friend—as the one being, in whom is involved the full & whole meaning of that sacred Title… . (Griggs, I, 415)
After departing England, Coleridge writes again:
The Ocean is between us & I feel how much I love you!
Go to my house and kiss my dear babies for me—my Friend, my best Friend, my Brother, my Beloved—the tears run down my face—God love you… .
(Griggs, I, 418, 420)
After a month on foreign soil, Coleridge finds it impossible to control his emotions when writing to his “best and dearest Friend”:
My spirit is more feminine than your's—I cannot write to you without tears / and I know that when you read my letters, and when you talk of me, you must often “compound with misty eyes”—. (Griggs, I, 430)
By the following springtime, Coleridge is overwhelmed with the desire to see Poole again:
O my God! how I long to be at home—My whole Being so yearns after you, that when I think of the moment of our meeting, I catch the fashion of German Joy, rush into your arms, and embrace you… . Now the Spring comes, the vital sap of my affections rises, as in a tree! (Griggs, I, 490)