Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair <br />As close she leaned and poured her heart through thee, <br />Whereof the articulate throbs accompany <br />The smooth black stream that makes thy whiteness fair,— <br />Sweet fluttering sheet, even of her breath aware,— <br />Oh let thy silent song disclose to me <br />That soul wherewith her lips and eyes agree <br />Like married music in Love's answering air. <br />Fain had I watched her when, at some fond thought, <br />Her bosom to the writing closelier press'd, <br />And her breast's secrets peered into her breast; <br />When, through eyes raised an instant, her soul sought <br />My soul, and from the sudden confluence caught <br />The words that made her love the loveliest.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xi-the-love-letter/
