Samuel Taylor Coleridge — The Happy Husband. A Fragment

Oft, oft methinks, the while with thee,        &nbspI breathe, as from the heart, thy dear        &nbspAnd dedicated name, I hear A promise and a mystery,        &nbspA pledge of more than passing life,        &nbspYea, in that very name of Wife! A pulse of love, that ne'er can sleep!        &nbspA feeling that upbraids the heart        &nbspWith happiness beyond desert, That gladness half requests to weep!        &nbspNor bless I not the keener sense        &nbspAnd unalarming turbulence Of transient joys, that ask no sting        &nbspFrom jealous fears, or coy denying;        &nbspBut born beneath Love's brooding wing, And into tenderness soon dying,        &nbspWheel out their giddy moment, then        &nbspResign the soul to love again;— A more precipitated vein        &nbspOf notes, that eddy in the flow        &nbspOf smoothest song, they come, they go, And leave their sweeter understrain,        &nbspIts own sweet self—a love of Thee        &nbspThat seems, yet cannot greater be!