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Sonnet VII Supreme Surrender

To all the spirits of Love that wander

Along his love-sown harvest-field of

My lady lies apparent; and the

Calls to the deep; and no man sees but I.

The bliss so long afar, at length so nigh,

Rests there attained.

Methinks proud Love must

When Fate's control doth from his harvest

The sacred hour for which the years did sigh.

First touched, the hand now warm around my

Taught memory long to mock desire: and lo!

Across my breast the abandoned hair doth flow,

Where one shorn tress long stirred the longing ache:

And next the heart that trembled for its

Lies the queen-heart in sovereign overthrow.

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Gabriel Charles Dante Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882), generally known as Dante Gabriel Rossetti (/rəˈzɛti/),[1] was an English poet, illu…
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