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Within an onyx labyrinth I woke, | :Within an onyx labyrinth I woke, | ||
Not knowing where my feet had gone before, | :Not knowing where my feet had gone before, | ||
When it appeared, like Helios invoked- | :When it appeared, like Helios invoked- | ||
Like saffron silk about an amber core- | :Like saffron silk about an amber core- | ||
Like citrine set about with liquid gold- | :Like citrine set about with liquid gold- | ||
A rose that shone from deep within its heart | :A rose that shone from deep within its heart | ||
With grace unending, lovely to behold. | :With grace unending, lovely to behold. | ||
I wondered what divinely crafted art | :I wondered what divinely crafted art | ||
Could to one blossom so much splendor give. | :Could to one blossom so much splendor give. | ||
And even as it led me from the maze | :And even as it led me from the maze | ||
I wondered if on earth its equal lived. | :I wondered if on earth its equal lived. | ||
I’ve found not yet, though I’ve searched all my days | :I’ve found not yet, though I’ve searched all my days | ||
Through forests, fortresses, verses, and prose, | :Through forests, fortresses, verses, and prose, | ||
A greater beauty than the golden rose. | :A greater beauty than the golden rose. | ||
[[Category:Bardic]] | [[Category:Bardic]] |
Latest revision as of 11:48, 16 May 2010
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.