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Recollections Of Love

Recollections Of Love

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 hear 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?
Belovйd! 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.



Poem Recollections Of Love - Samuel Coleridge