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Frost at Midnight
Summary
Frost at Midnight is a meditation in blank verse that Coleridge wrote in February 1798 at his cottage in Nether Stowey, Somerset, and published that year in a pamphlet with Fears in Solitude and France: An Ode. It is the finest of his conversation poems, quiet poems that speak as if to a companion and move from a present scene into memory and back. Late at night, while the household sleeps, the speaker sits by a low fire beside the cradle of his infant son Hartley. Outside, the frost performs its secret ministry, unhelped by any wind; the owlet cries; the silence is so deep it disturbs him. The only moving thing is a film of soot fluttering on the grate, which country people called a stranger and believed foretold the arrival of an absent friend. The film reminds him of his schooldays in London, when he would gaze at such a stranger on the school grate, dream of his birthplace and its church bells, and hope that the door would open on a visiting townsman, aunt or sister. He was reared in the great city, pent among dim cloisters, and saw nothing lovely but the sky and stars. Turning to the sleeping baby, he promises a different childhood: Hartley will wander like a breeze by lakes, sandy shores, crags and clouds, and so see and hear the lovely shapes and sounds of that eternal language which God utters, who from eternity teaches himself in all, and all things in himself. Great universal Teacher, he shall mould the child's spirit. Therefore all seasons will be sweet to him, whether summer or winter, when the eave-drops fall or the secret ministry of frost hangs them up in silent icicles, quietly shining to the quiet moon. The poem ends where it began, with the frost, now seen as part of God's teaching.
Top Lessons
Nature as God's language
The father hopes his son will learn the eternal language which God utters in creation. Nature is a school with God as teacher.
A father's hope
The poem is a blessing on a child. The father wants to give his son what he lacked.
Circular form
The poem returns at the end to the frost of the opening, now transformed.
Verified Quotes
Frequently cited
“The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.”
Frequently cited
“Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in himself.”
“Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,”
“Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.”