Here you will find the Poem An Altar-Flame of poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti
EVEN as when utter summer makes the grain Bow heavily along through the whole land It seems to me whatever while I stand Where thou art standing; and upon my brain Thy presence weighs like a most awful strain Of music, heard in some cathedral fanned With the deep breath of prayer, while the priest's hand Uplifts the solemn sign which shall remain After the world. Thy beauty perfecteth A noble calmness in me; it doth send Through my weak heart to my strong mind a rule Of life that they shall keep till shut of death: Death?an arched path too long to see the end, But which hath shadows that seem pure and cool.
