Why need I say, Louisa dear! <br />How glad I am to see you here, <br />A lovely convalescent; <br />Risen from the bed of pain and fear, <br />And feverish heat incessant. <br /> <br />The sunny showers, the dappled sky, <br />The little birds that warble high, <br />Their vernal loves commencing, <br />Will better welcome you than I <br />With their sweet influencing. <br /> <br />Believe me, while in bed you lay, <br />Your danger taught us all to pray: <br />You made us grow devouter! <br />Each eye looked up and seemed to say <br />How can we do without her? <br /> <br />Besides, what vexed us worse, we knew, <br />They have no need of such as you <br />In the place where you were going: <br />This World has angels all too few, <br />And Heaven is overflowing!<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-young-lady-on-her-recovery-from-a-fever/
