Samuel Taylor Coleridge — To a Young Lady on her Recovery from a Fever

Why need I say, Louisa dear! How glad I am to see you here,        &nbspA lovely convalescent; Risen from the bed of pain and fear,        &nbspAnd feverish heat incessant. The sunny showers, the dappled sky, The little birds that warble high,        &nbspTheir vernal loves commencing, Will better welcome you than I        &nbspWith their sweet influencing. Believe me, while in bed you lay, Your danger taught us all to pray:        &nbspYou made us grow devouter! Each eye looked up and seemed to say,        &nbspHow can we do without her? Besides, what vexed us worse, we knew, They have no need of such as you        &nbspIn the place where you were going: This World has angels all too few,        &nbspAnd Heaven is overflowing!