Frost at Midnight

We return for our Poetry Aloud this week to another poem by Coleridge, the poet once again contemplating his new-born baby. The scene is a small cottage, in a crisp winter night, and Coleridge is awake beside the low fire, and his sleeping infant son. He looks to that fire, and he sees a sort of film flickering on the iron grate, a film of soot glowin…