Charles Sangster (Чарльз Сэнгстер)

Sonnet

I sat within the temple of her heart,
And watched the living Soul as it passed through,
Arrayed in pearly vestments, white and pure.
The calm, immortal presence made me start.
It searched through all the chambers of her mind
With one mild glance of love, and smiled to view
The fastnesses of feeling, strong, secure,
And safe from all surprise. It sits enshrined

And offers incense in her heart, as on
An altar sacred unto God. The dawn
Of an imperishable love passed through
The lattice of my senses, and I, too,
Did offer incense in that solemn place–
A woman's heart made pure and sanctified by grace.

1. The Wine of Song
2. The Rapid
3. Lyric to the Isles
4. The Soldiers of the Plough
5. The Plains of Abraham

Charles Kingsley (Чарльз Кингсли) Sonnet ("The baby sings not on its mother's breast") Bertrich, 1851

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