The Presence of Love - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And in Life's noisiest hour,

There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

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You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulses beat ;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.


And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft ! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.


Samuel Taylor Coleridge (b. Ottery St Mary in Devonshire, Oct 21, 1772 – d. in Highgate Jul 25, 1834)