Xlvi. The Later Sonnet

(To illustrate the strict octave and sextet pattern with final rhymes adjusted on the Italian pattern.)

Dante Rossetti:

Under the arch of Life, where love and death, Tērrŏr and mys|tĕry̆, gūard | her shrine, I saw Beauty enthroned; and though her gaze struck awe, I drew it in as simply as my breath. Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath The sky and sea, bend o'er thee--which can draw By sea, or sky, or woman, to one law Thĕ ăllōt|ted burden of her palm and wreath.

This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise Thy voice and hand shake still--long known to thee By flying hair and flut|tĕrĭng hēm |--the beat Fōllŏwĭng | her daily of thy heart and feet. How pas|sĭonătelȳ | and irretrievably In what fond flight, how many ways and days!