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Herewith one from Eugene Lee Hamilton (1845-1907):
What the Sonnet Is
Fourteen small broidered berries on the hem
Of Circe's mantle, each of magic gold;
Fourteen of lone Calypso's tears that rolled
Into the sea, for pearls to come of them;
Fourteen clear signs of omen in the gem
With which Medea human fate foretold;
Fourteen small drops, which Faustus, growing old,
Craved of the Fiend to water Life's dry stem.
It is the pure white diamond Dante brought
To Beatrice; the sapphire Laura wore
When Petrarch cut it sparkling out of thought;
the ruby Shakespeare hewed from his heart's core;
The dark, deep emerald that Rosetti wrought
For his own soul, to wear for evermore
Ta ta,
Chris
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