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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Sonnet VIII: Love`s Lovers
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Some ladies love the jewels in Love`s zone,
And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play
In idle scornful hours he flings away;
And some that listen to his lute`s soft tone
Do love to vaunt the silver praise their own;
Some prize his blindfold sight; and there be they
Who kissed his wings which brought him yesterday
And thank his wings to-day that he is flown.
My lady only loves the heart of Love:
Therefore Love`s heart, my lady, hath for thee
His bower of unimagined flower and tree:
There kneels he now, and all-anhungered of
Thine eyes grey-lit in shadowing hair above,
Seals with thy mouth his immortality.
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