Sunday, February 12, 2012

From my dreams of Goddess GINA 2

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.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1807)

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