Sonnet

_On the Group of the Three Angels before the Tent of Abraham, by

RAFFAELLE, in the Vatican._

Oh, now I feel as though another sense

From Heaven descending had informed my soul;

I feel the pleasurable, full control

Of Grace, harmonious, boundless, and intense.

In thee, celestial Group, embodied lives

The subtle mystery; that speaking gives

Itself resolv'd: the essences combin'd

Of Motion ceaseless, Unity complete.

Borne like a leaf by some soft eddying wind,

Mine eyes, impelled as by enchantment sweet,

From part to part with circling motion rove,

Yet seem unconscious of the power to move;

From line to line through endless changes run,

O'er countless shapes, yet seem to gaze on One.

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