Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Desire

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. 

1. Lines
2. On a Connubial Rupture in High Life
3. The Suicide's Argument
4. On a Ruined House in a Romantic Country
5. To an Infant

George Russell Desire ("WITH Thee a moment! Then what dreams have play!")

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