Sometimes she is a child within mine arms, <br />Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase,— <br />With still tears showering and averted face, <br />Inexplicably filled with faint alarms: <br />And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms <br />I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,— <br />Against all ills the fortified strong place <br />And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms. <br />And Love, our light at night and shade at noon, <br />Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away <br />All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day. <br />Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune; <br />And as soft waters warble to the moon, <br />Our answering spirits chime one roundelay.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxii-heart-s-haven/
