Текст оригинала на английском языке
The House of Life. Sonnet 28. Soul-Light
What other woman could be loved like you, Or how of you should love possess his fill? After the fulness of all rapture, still,-- As at the end of some deep avenue A tender glamour of day,--there comes to view Far in your eyes a yet more hungering thrill, Such fire as Love's soul-winnowing hands distil Even from his inmost ark of light and dew. And as the traveller triumphs with the sun, Glorying in heat's mid-height, yet startide brings Wonder new-born, and still fresh transport springs From limpid lambent hours of day begun;-- Even so, through eyes and voice, your soul doth move My soul with changeful light of infinite love.
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