To the Vestals <br /> <br />Those priests which first the Vestal fire begun, <br />Which might be borrow'd from no earthly flame, <br />Devis'd a vessel to receive the Sun, <br />Being steadfastly opposed to the same; <br />Where, with sweet wood, laid curiously by art, <br />On which the Sun might by reflection beat, <br />Receiving strength from every secret part, <br />The fuel kindled with celestial heat. <br />Thy blessed eyes the sun which lights this fire, <br />Thy holy thoughts, they be the Vestal flame, <br />The precious odors be my chaste desire, <br />My breast's the vessel which includes the same. <br />Thou art my Vesta, thou my Goddess art; <br />Thy hallow'd temple only is my Heart.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxx-those-priests/
