Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The House of Life. Sonnet 31. Her Gifts

High grace, the dower of queens; and therewithal
Some wood-born wonder's sweet simplicity;
A glance like water brimming with the sky
Or hyacinth-light where forest-shadows fall;
Such thrilling pallor of cheek as doth enthral
The heart; a mouth whose passionate forms imply
All music and all silence held thereby;
Deep golden locks, her sovereign coronal;
A round reared neck, meet column of Love's shrine
To cling to when the heart takes sanctuary;
Hands which for ever at Love's bidding be,
And soft-stirred feet still answering to his sign:--
These are her gifts, as tongue may tell them o'er.
Breathe low her name, my soul; for that means more.

1. Last Sonnets at Paris
2. To Thomas Woolner
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 20. Gracious Moonlight
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 52. Willowwood - 4
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 81. Memorial Thresholds

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