The Golden Rose
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an Elizabethan sonnet by Petronilla de Chastelerault
- Within an onyx labyrinth I woke,
- Not knowing where my feet had gone before,
- When it appeared, like Helios invoked-
- Like saffron silk about an amber core-
- Like citrine set about with liquid gold-
- A rose that shone from deep within its heart
- With grace unending, lovely to behold.
- I wondered what divinely crafted art
- Could to one blossom so much splendor give.
- And even as it led me from the maze
- I wondered if on earth its equal lived.
- I’ve found not yet, though I’ve searched all my days
- Through forests, fortresses, verses, and prose,
- A greater beauty than the golden rose.