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-throbin the Heart                Thro' allmy Being, thro' my pulse's beat;                      You lie in all  my many Thoughts, like Light,                  Like the fairlight 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.

  ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge