And in Life's noisiest hour, <br />There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, <br />The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. <br /> ______________________ <br /> <br /> You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ; <br /> And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart <br /> Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulses beat ; <br /> You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light, <br /> Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve <br /> On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake. <br />And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, <br />How oft ! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-presence-of-love/
