Dante Gabriel Rossetti

(12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882 / London / England)

Sonnet Iii: Love's Testament - Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

O thou who at Love's hour ecstatically
Unto my heart dost evermore present,
Clothed with his fire, thy heart his testament;
Whom I have neared and felt thy breath to be
The inmost incense of his sanctuary;
Who without speech hast owned him, and, intent
Upon his will, thy life with mine hast blent,
And murmured, “I am thine, thou'rt one with me!”
O what from thee the grace, to me the prize,
And what to Love the glory,—when the whole
Of the deep stair thou tread'st to the dim shoal
And weary water of the place of sighs,
And there dost work deliverance, as thine eyes
Draw up my prisoned spirit to thy soul!


Comments about Sonnet Iii: Love's Testament by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

  • Gold Star - 5,662 Points Francis Lynch (7/1/2015 11:11:00 PM)

    Drivel at its merciful best. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 36,050 Points Chinedu Dike (7/1/2015 12:46:00 PM)

    Beautiful love poem elegantly penned from heart with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 23,360 Points Edward Kofi Louis (7/1/2015 1:57:00 AM)

    Unto my heart with the muse of love. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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