Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Ñýìþýë Òýéëîð Êîëüðèäæ)

The Presence of Love

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's 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.

1. This Lime-tree Bower my Prison
2. The Nose
3. Humility the Mother of Charity
4. Love's Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance
5. Progress of Vice

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