REGARD me well: I am thy love, thy love; <br />Thy blessing, thy delight, thy hope, thy peace: <br />Thy joy above all joys that break and cease <br />When their full waves in widest circles move: <br />Thy bird of comfort, thine eternal dove, <br />Whom thou didst send out of thy mournful breast <br />To flutter back and point thee to thy rest: <br />Thine angel, who forgets her crown star-wove <br />To come to thee with folded woman-hands <br />Pleading,--'look on me, Beatrice, who stands <br />Before thee; by the Triune Light divine <br />Undazzled, still beholds thy human face, <br />And is more happy in this happy place <br />That thou alone art hers and she is thine.'<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beatrice-to-dante/
