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Sonnet Iii: Love's Testament

Rating: 2.8

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!

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Francie Lynch 01 July 2015

Drivel at its merciful best.

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Chinedu Dike 01 July 2015

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

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Edward Kofi Louis 01 July 2015

Unto my heart with the muse of love. Nice work.

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