This yearning heart ( Love! witness what I say )
Enshrines thy form as purely as it may,
Round which, as to some spirit uttering bliss,
My thoughts all stand ministrant night and day
Like saintly Priests, that dare not think amiss.
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LOVE'S SANCTUARY · Samuel Taylor Coleridge · Poetry Cove