The Sonnet is a world, where feelings caught | a | ||||
In webs of phantasy, combine and fuse | b | ||||
Their kindred elements 'neath mystic dews | b | ||||
Shed from the ether round man's dwelling wrought; | a | ||||
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Distilling heart's content, star-fragrance fraught | a | |||
With influences from the breathing fires | c | ||||
Of heaven in everlasting endless gyres | c | ||||
Ending and encircling orbs of thought. | a | ||||
Our Sonnet's world hath two fix'd hemispheres: | d | ||||
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This, where the sun with fierce strength masculine | e | |||
Pours his keen rays and bids the noonday shine; | e | ||||
That, where the moon and the stars, concordant powers, | f | ||||
Shed milder rays, and daylight disappears | d | ||||
In low melodious music of still hours. | f | ||||
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