And in Life's noisiest hour...

THE PRESENCE OF LOVE
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's 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.

Note:
The first stanza is perhaps  among the most quoted, paraphrased or implied from the poetic classics in my writings and books.