By what word's power, the key of paths untrod, <br />Shall I the difficult deeps of Love explore, <br />Till parted waves of Song yield up the shore <br />Even as that sea which Israel crossed dryshod? <br />For lo! in some poor rhythmic period, <br />Lady, I fain would tell how evermore <br />Thy soul I know not from thy body, nor <br />Thee from myself, neither our love from God. <br />Yea, in God's name, and Love's, and thine, would I <br />Draw from one loving heart such evidence <br />As to all hearts all things shall signify; <br />Tender as dawn's first hill-fire, and intense <br />As instantaneous penetrating sense, <br />In Spring's birth-hour, of other Springs gone by.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-v-heart-s-hope/
