Heart's Compass

Sometimes thow seem'st not as thyself alone,
But as the meaning of all things that are;
A breathelss wonder, shadowing forth afar
Some heavenly solstice hushed and halcyon;
Whose unstirred lips are music's visible tone;
Whose eyes the sun-gate of the soul unbar,
Being of is urthest fires oracular;---
The evident heart of all life sown and mown.

Even such Love is; and is not thy name Love?
Yea, by thy hand the Love-god rends apart
All gathering clouds of Night's ambiguous art;
Flings them far down, and sets thine eyes aboce;
And simply, as some gage of flower of glove,
Stakes with a smile the world against thy heart.




~Dante Gabriel Rosetti