Recollections of Love

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)
Recollections of Love
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I How warm this woodland wild Recess!  Love surely hath been breathing here;  And this sweet bed of heath, my dear! Swells up, then sinks with faint caress,  As if to have you yet more near. II Eight springs have flown, since last I lay  On sea-ward Quantock's heathy hills,  Where quiet sounds from hidden rills Float here and there, like things astray,  And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills. III No voice as yet had made the air  Be music with your name; yet why  That asking look? that yearning sigh? That sense of promise every where?  Beloved! flew your spirit by? IV As when a mother doth explore  The rose-mark on her long-lost child,  I met, I loved you, maiden mild! As whom I long had loved before—  So deeply had I been beguiled. V You stood before me like a thought,  A dream remembered in a dream.  But when those meek eyes first did seem To tell me, Love within you wrought—  O Greta, dear domestic stream! VI Has not, since then, Love's prompture deep,  Has not Love's whisper evermore  Been ceaseless, as thy gentle roar? Sole voice, when other voices sleep,  Dear under-song in clamor's hour.
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- Samuel Taylor Coleridge