poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
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