Here you will find the Poem Sonnet of poet Charles Harpur
SHE loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips The live confession came, like rich perfume From crimson petals bursting into bloom! And still my heart at the remembrance skips Like a young lion, and my tongue too trips As drunk with joy! while every object seen In life?s diurnal round wears in its mien A clear assurance that no doubts eclipse. And if the common things of nature now Are like old faces flushed with new delight, Much more the consciousness of that rich vow Deepens the beauteous, and refines the bright, While throned I seem on love?s divinest height ?Mid all the glories glowing round its brow.