Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[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 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.

1807, not published in his lifetime

(proofed, more or less, against E. H. Coleridge's 1927 edition of STC's poems)