And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's @3Self-solace,@1 and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro' all my being all 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS VOICES OF THE NIGHT: PRELUDE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PSALM 55 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |