Sonet 30 To The Vestalls
Those Priests, which first the Vestall fire begun, Which might be borrowed from no earthly flame, Deuisd a vessell to receiue the sunne, Beeing stedfastly opposed to the same; Where with sweet wood laid curiously by Art, Whereon the sunne might by reflection beate, Receiuing strength from euery secret part, The fuell kindled with celestiall heate. Thy blessed eyes, the sunne which lights this fire, My holy thoughts, they be the Vestall flame, The precious odors be my chast desire, My breast the fuell which includes the same; Thou art my Vesta, thou my Goddesse art, Thy hollowed Temple, onely is my hart.
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