Fragment from a Notebook By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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 all 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.
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