Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж)

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. Home-Sick. Written In Germany
2. To the Autumnal Moon
3. Duty Surviving Self-Love, the Only Sure Friend of Declining Life
4. To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation That Women Have No Souls
5. The Picture, Or The Lover's Resolution

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