Dinah Maria Mulock Craik - Beatrice to Dante lyrics

Regard me well: I am thy love, thy love; Thy blessing, thy delight, thy hope, thy peace: Thy joy above all joys that break and cease When their full waves in widest circles move: Thy bird of comfort, thine eternal dove, Whom thou didst send out of thy mournful breast To flutter back and point thee to thy rest: Thine angel, who forgets her crown star-wove To come to thee with folded woman-hands Pleading,--"look on me, Beatrice, who stands Before thee; by the Triune Light divine Undazzled, still beholds thy human face, And is more happy in this happy place That thou alone art hers and she is thine."