One of my favorite poems is Love by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Here is the poem:
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,Whatever stirs this mortal
frame,
All are but ministers of Love,And feed his sacred flame.Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay,Beside the ruined tower.The moonshine,
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