Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The House of Life. Sonnet 35. The Lamp's Shrine

Sometimes I fain would find in thee some fault,
That I might love thee still in spite of it:
Yet how should our Lord Love curtail one whit
Thy perfect praise whom most he would exalt?
Alas! he can but make my heart's low vault
Even in men's sight unworthier, being lit
By thee, who thereby show'st more exquisite
Like fiery chrysoprase in deep basalt

Yet will I nowise shrink; but at Love's shrine
Myself within the beams his brow doth dart
Will set the flashing jewel of thy heart
In that dull chamber where it deigns to shine:
For lo! in honor of thine excellencies
My heart takes pride to show how poor it is.

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2. The House of Life. Sonnet 17. Beauty's Pageant
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 11. The Love-Letter
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 3. Love's Testament
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 68. A Dark Day

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