The Presence of Love
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's 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.
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 pulse's 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.
This poem's talking about how much this person loves their partner and how happy they are that they came into their lives. It also talks about why they love them and what the other person does to make them so happy.
A methaphor he uses is "You mould my Hopes", comparing her to a carpenter and his hopes as the clay.
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