Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, <br />But as the meaning of all things that are; <br />A breathless wonder, shadowing forth afar <br />Some heavenly solstice hushed and halcyon; <br />Whose unstirred lips are music's visible tone; <br />Whose eyes the sun-gate of the soul unbar, <br />Being of its furthest fires oracular;— <br />The evident heart of all life sown and mown. <br />Even such Love is; and is not thy name Love? <br />Yea, by thy hand the Love-god rends apart <br />All gathering clouds of Night's ambiguous art; <br />Flings them far down, and sets thine eyes above; <br />And simply, as some gage of flower or glove, <br />Stakes with a smile the world against thy heart.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxvii-heart-s-compass/
