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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - An Altar-Flame
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EVEN as when utter summer makes the grain 
Bow heavily along through the whole land 
It seems to me whatever while I stand 
Where thou art standing; and upon my brain 
Thy presence weighs like a most awful strain 
Of music, heard in some cathedral fanned 
With the deep breath of prayer, while the priest`s hand 
Uplifts the solemn sign which shall remain 
After the world. Thy beauty perfecteth 
A noble calmness in me; it doth send 
Through my weak heart to my strong mind a rule 
Of life that they shall keep till shut of death: 
Death—an arched path too long to see the end, 
But which hath shadows that seem pure and cool.
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