Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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.

1. To Thomas Woolner
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 68. A Dark Day
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 23. Love's Baubles
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 70. The Hill Summit
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 35. The Lamp's Shrine

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