The Presence Of Love

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Questa poesia di Coleridge è troppo bella per essere tradotta, arriva senza tempo dritta al cuore:

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.


Samuel Taylor Coleridge