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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Recollections Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How warm this woodland wild Recess !<br> Love surely hath been breathing here ;<br> And this sweet bed of heath, my dear !<br>Swells up, then sinks with faint caress,<br> As if to have you yet more near.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Eight springs have flown, since last I lay<br> On sea-ward Quantock's heathy hills,<br> Where quiet sounds from hidden rills<br>Float hear and there, like things astray,<br> And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No voice as yet had made the air<br> Be music with your name ; yet why<br> That asking look ? that yearning sigh ?<br>That sense of promise every where ?<br> Belovéd ! flew your spirit by ?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> IV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As when a mother doth explore<br> The rose-mark on her long-lost child,<br> I met, I loved you, maiden mild !<br>As whom I long had loved before--<br> So deeply had I been beguiled.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> V</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You stood before me like a thought,<br> A dream remembered in a dream.<br> But when those meek eyes first did seem<br>To tell me, Love within you wrought--<br> O Greta, dear domestic stream !</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> VI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Has not, since then, Love's prompture deep,<br> Has not Love's whisper evermore<br> Been ceaseless, as thy gentle roar ?<br>Sole voice, when other voices sleep,<br> Dear under-song in clamor's hour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a></strong></div>

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