And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self - solace 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.
The Presence of Love
Samuel Taylor Colerigde
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