O Thou who at Love's hour ecstatically
Unto my lips dost evermore present
The body and blood of Love in sacrament;
Whom I have neared and felt thy breath to be
The inmost incense of his sanctuary;
Who without speech hast owned him, and intent
Upon his will, thy life with mine hast blent,
And murmured o'er the cup, Remember me!-
0 what from thee the grace, for me the prize,
And what to Love the glory,-when the whole
Of the deep stair thou tread'st to the dim shoal
And weary water of the place of sighs,
And there dost work deliverance, as thine eyes
Draw up my prisoned spirit to thy soul!
Redemption
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Poem topics: breath, life, remember, water, work, soul, deep, place, speech, spirit, body, deliverance, thine, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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