SonnetOn the Group of the Three Angels before the Tent of Abraham, byRaffaelle, in the Vatican.Oh, now I feel as though another senseFrom Heaven descending had informed my soul;I feel the pleasurable, full controlOf Grace, harmonious, boundless, and intense.In thee, celestial Group, embodied livesThe subtle mystery; that speaking givesItself resolv'd: the essences combin'dOf 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.
Oh, now I feel as though another senseFrom Heaven descending had informed my soul;I feel the pleasurable, full controlOf Grace, harmonious, boundless, and intense.In thee, celestial Group, embodied livesThe subtle mystery; that speaking givesItself resolv'd: the essences combin'dOf 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.