I sat within the temple of her heart, <br />And watched the living Soul as it passed through, <br />Arrayed in pearly vestments, white and pure. <br />The calm, immortal presence made me start. <br />It searched through all the chambers of her mind <br />With one mild glance of love, and smiled to view <br />The fastnesses of feeling, strong, secure, <br />And safe from all surprise. It sits enshrined <br /> <br />And offers incense in her heart, as on <br />An altar sacred unto God. The dawn <br />Of an imperishable love passed through <br />The lattice of my senses, and I, too, <br />Did offer incense in that solemn place– <br />A woman's heart made pure and sanctified by grace.<br /><br />Charles Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-96/
