The Presence of Love
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
Through all my being, through 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.