What other woman could be loved like you, <br />Or how of you should love possess his fill? <br />After the fulness of all rapture, still,— <br />As at the end of some deep avenue <br />A tender glamour of day,—there comes to view <br />Far in your eyes a yet more hungering thrill,— <br />Such fire as Love's soul-winnowing hands distil <br />Even from his inmost ark of light and dew. <br />And as the traveller triumphs with the sun, <br />Glorying in heat's mid-height, yet startide brings <br />Wonder new-born, and still fresh transport springs <br />From limpid lambent hours of day begun;— <br />Even so, through eyes and voice, your soul doth move <br />My soul with changeful light of infinite love.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxviii-soul-light/
