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!