The Secret Splendour

The archetypal Rose thy singer sought

Through all the blossoming of his thought

He found upon thy visionary mouth -

A moulded fire capturing the spirit's cry,

A beacon to Petrarchan poesy,

A living sonnet of the mystic South,

Whose octave of one large lip's dreamy glow

Trembled, with grave and delicate lines, apart

From the intense sestet of joy below

To breathe the secret of Love's heaven-rooted heart.

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