Thy ever-blooming mead, whose flow'r
Waves to the cold breath of the moonlight hour!
Or when the day-star, peering bright
On the grey wing of parting night;
While more than vegetating pow'r
Throbs grateful to the burning hour,
As summer's whisper'd sighs unfold
Her million, million buds of gold;
Then will I climb the breezy bounds,
Of thy NEW PARADISE extended,
And listen to the distant sounds
Of winds, and foamy torrents blended!
SPIRIT DIVINE! With THEE I'll trace
Imagination's boundless space
With thee, beneath thy sunny dome,
I'll listen to the minstrel's lay,
Hymning, the gradual close of day;
This line is a perfect example that ties Robinson’s and Coleridge’s view of the mind together. They both have similar feelings that the mind has no limitations. It is not bound by petty things that humans are physically hindered from doing. 

To the Poet Coleridge