Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The House of Life. Sonnet 8. Love's Lovers

Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone,
And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play
In idle scornful hours he flings away;
And some that listen to his lute's soft tone
Do love to vaunt the silver praise their own;
Some prize his blindfold sight; and there be they
Who kissed his wings which brought him yesterday
And thank his wings today that he is flown.

My lady only loves the heart of Love:
Therefore Love's heart, my lady, hath for thee
His bower of unimagined flower and tree:
There kneels he now, and all-anhungered of
Thine eyes grey-lit in shadowing hair above,
Seals with thy mouth his immortality.

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 35. The Lamp's Shrine
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 74. Old and New Art - 1. St. Luke the Painter
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 23. Love's Baubles
4. Last Sonnets at Paris
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 17. Beauty's Pageant

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