It was written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in 1834 and is VERY VERY VERY long.
But in the rereading here is what jumped out at me as being very descriptive of our NOW
"Day after day, day after day
We stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean
Water water everywhere
And all the boards did shrink
Water water everywhere
Nor any drop to drink"
The more things change the more they stay the same. Except the RIME is imagination. NOW isn't. Odd how prescient imagination can be almost two hundred years before it manifests itself in reality. Isn't it?
