The conversation poems are a group of eight poems composed by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834) between 1795 and 1807. Each details a particular life experience which lead to the poet's examination of nature and the role of poetry. They describe virtuous conduct and man's obligation to God, nature and society, and ask as if there is a place for simple appreciation of nature without having to actively dedicate one's life to altruism.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Coleridge in 1795.
Born	21 October 1772(1772-10-21) Ottery St. Mary, Devon, England
Died	25 July 1834(1834-07-25) (aged 61) Highgate, England
Occupation	Poet, critic, philosopher
Literary movement	Romanticism
Notable work(s)	The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Kubla Khan
Spouse(s)	Sarah Fricker
Children	Sara Coleridge, Berkeley Coleridge, Derwent Coleridge, Hartley Coleridge
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At Your Feet

Where are you tonight my love?
What is it that you do?
It's true my heart is torn apart
When I'm not with you
What enchanted thoughts swim through your head?
Are any of them of me?
When, my dear, you go to bed
Is it my face you see?

Who is honoured with your presence now?
And do they even care?
The thought of you not being admired
Fills me with despair
Do they appreciate your loveliness?
Do they marvel at your splendor?
Do they love to hear your velvet voice?
Do they adore your smile so tender?

If they do not
Then they all are fools
and had you been with me
Every day, my love, you'd be a king
because that's what you are to me

I'm at your feet
and I come with gifts
my body, heart, and soul
They're yours to do with as you please
to command and to control

I give myself with all my heart
I'm yours for all of time
Your slave, your queen, your anything
only say that you are mine

The Last Wish

if I try to describe this
silence, no voice over my head
silence, no authority instead
my point of view became a hiss
and if I try to utter the word
fight, is what I’ve been doing
fight, no more battle and fighting
the blue have reached my lonely world
that we should keep our promises
I know that proverb far too well
and I saw the tiring battle so well
maybe my hope already faithless
all the blood and sweat I tear
and those of them in my skin
my sword fell, shield running thin
the ground is near, but I feel no more fear
if there is death between lives
if there is lie between deeds
I want them to know I fought hard
if there is doubt between steps
if there is tear between sins
I want them to know I believe
if there is Love in world
then I’ve seen it