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
Through all my Being, through 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
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Poem Of the Day - The Presence of Love - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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3 comments:
Nice poem. But I hardly expected it from you Vivek, to appreciate the beauty of a peom on love.
write something abt love... cause if u dont.. i am very tempted to write one...... in my ishytyle.....
Noshi: I am not as heartless as I am made out to be. I may write like an old man, but I am as young at heart as I can be.
Le Diable: I have written about love, not just once, but twice. You could go through the archives and see the same. As regards u writing a piece on love, I look forward to it with all eagerness.
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