Данте Габриэль Россетти (Dante Gabriel Rossetti)

The House of Life. Sonnet 26. Mid-Rapture

Thou lovely and beloved, thou my love;
Whose kiss seems still the first; whose summoning eyes,
Even now, as for our love-world's new sunrise,
Shed very dawn; whose voice, attuned above
All modulation of the deep-bowered dove,
Is like a hand laid softy on the soul;
Whose hand is like a sweet voice to control
Those worn tired brows it hath the keeping of:--

What word can answer to thy word,--what gaze
To thine, which now absorbs within its sphere
My worshipping face, till I am mirrored there
Light-circled in a heaven of deep-drawn rays?
What clasp, what kiss mine inmost heart can prove,
O lovely and beloved, O my love?

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