Thou lovely and beloved, thou my love; <br />Whose kiss seems still the first; whose summoning eyes, <br />Even now, as for our love-world's new sunrise, <br />Shed very dawn; whose voice, attuned above <br />All modulation of the deep-bowered dove, <br />Is like a hand laid softly on the soul; <br />Whose hand is like a sweet voice to control <br />Those worn tired brows it hath the keeping of:— <br />What word can answer to thy word,—what gaze <br />To thine, which now absorbs within its sphere <br />My worshipping face, till I am mirrored there <br />Light-circled in a heaven of deep-drawn rays? <br />What clasp, what kiss mine inmost heart can prove, <br />O lovely and beloved, O my love?<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxvi-mid-rapture/
