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But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he—
'I love my Love, and my Love loves me!'

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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The knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I trust.

In many ways doth the full heart reveal
The presence of the love it would conceal.

Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.

Work without Hope (1825)

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree;
Oh the joys that came down shower-like,
Of friendship, love, and liberty,
Ere I was old!

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