Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The House of Life. Sonnet 56. True Woman - 1. Herself

To be a Sweetness more desired than Spring;
A bodily beauty more acceptable
Than the wild rose-tree's arch that crowns the fell;
To be an essence more environing
Than wine's drained juice; a music ravishing
More than the passionate pulse of Philomel;--
To be all this 'neath one soft bosom's swell
That is the flower of life:--how strange a thing!

How strange a thing to be what Man can know
But as a sacred secret! Heaven's own screen
Hides her soul's purest depth and loveliest glow;
Closely withheld, as all things most unseen,
The wave-bowered pearl,--the heart-shaped seal of green
That flecks the snowdrop underneath the snow.

1. To Thomas Woolner
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 23. Love's Baubles
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 32. Equal Troth
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 11. The Love-Letter
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 74. Old and New Art - 1. St. Luke the Painter

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