Thou lovely and beloved, thou my love; br Whose kiss seems still the first; whose summoning eyes, br Even now, as for our love-world's new sunrise, br Shed very dawn; whose voice, attuned above br All modulation of the deep-bowered dove, br Is like a hand laid softly on the soul; br Whose hand is like a sweet voice to control br Those worn tired brows it hath the keeping of:— br What word can answer to thy word,—what gaze br To thine, which now absorbs within its sphere br My worshipping face, till I am mirrored there br Light-circled in a heaven of deep-drawn rays? br What clasp, what kiss mine inmost heart can prove, br O lovely and beloved, O my love?br br Dante Gabriel Rossettibr br