| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | To ———.
4. “Come, dearest, to my heart” | | By H. |
| | | COME, dearest, to my heart. My soul and thine | |
| A strange, ethereal, soft attraction feel: | |
| Where’er I rove, my thoughts to thee incline; | |
| Whate’er my purpose, still to thee I steal; | |
| If in the temple to my God I kneel, | 5 |
| My prayers for pardon blend with prayers for thee; | |
| If on my senses slumber sets her seal, | |
| My dreaming spirit seeks thee, wild and free; | |
| If in each other’s presence blessed we stand, | |
| Nearer and nearer still with smiles we move, | 10 |
| Soul melts with soul, as hand is joined in hand, | |
| And throb and thrill attest the loadstar, love,— | |
| Bright, burning mystery! unknown to art, | |
| But ever gently thus attracting heart to heart. | | | | |
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