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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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  • pankaja
    February 21, 2007

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    The presence of love

    Romantic one, stirring the hearts of all inclined that way,whether they be young or old.In a way,breathing fresh fragrant air!
    Nuggehalli Pankaja

  • rhondasail
    February 16, 2007

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    You lie in all my many Thoughts...

    I thought this was a praise work to God, but it is obvious by the last line, that this is pure adoration of a lover, using God as a metaphor, as reflected in the lines, "you fashion me within", and "through all my being". He compares his love for 'her' to his love of his Creator, who "made me love you". Well crafted, and yes, I am not immune to the power of his words to make his lover swoon. Romance is still a womans 'weakness' and Coleridge has romanced me with this lovely poem.


  • Nobody126
    February 16, 2007

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    very sweet

    the poem is a romantic one the beauty of art has its gace...there is another poem of coleridge which is very closed to this rhyme..."Water Ballad"...the text of the poem seams to be a continuation of this one...I am not sure...here is the text of the other poem, Water Ballad,
    Come hither, gently rowing,
    Come, bear me quickly o'er
    This stream so brightly flowing
    To yonder woodland shore.
    But vain were my endeavour
    To pay thee, courteous guide;
    Row on, row on, for ever
    I'd have thee by my side.

    Good boatman, prithee haste thee,
    I seek my father-land. --
    Say, when I there have placed thee,
    Dare I demand thy hand?
    A maiden's head can never
    So hard a point decide;
    Row on, row on, for ever
    I'd have thee by my side.

    The happy bridal over
    The wanderer ceased to roam,
    For, seated by her lover,
    The boat became her home.
    And they still sang together
    As steering o'er the tide:
    Row on through wind and weather
    For ever by my side.
    and both the poems are very sweet.


  • October 6, 2003
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    Good

    I like this poem and I think I will give it to the one I love..Thank you! :-)

    Brittany...I love you Corey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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