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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.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (21 October 1772 – 25 July 1834) was an English poet, literary critic, philosopher and theologian who, with his friend W…
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