by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1881)
A Sonnet is a moment's monument—
Memorial from the soul's eternity
To one dead deathless hour. Look that it be,
Whether for lustral rite or dire portent,
Of its own intricate fulness reverent:
Carve it in ivory or in ebony,
As Day or Night prevail; and let Time see
It's flowering crest impearled and orient.
A Sonnet is a coin: its face reveals C
The soul,—its converse, to what Power 'tis due: D
Whether for tribute to the august appeals C
Of Life, or dower in Love's high retinue, D
It serve; or, 'mid the dark wharf's cavernous breath, E
In Charon's palm it pay the toll to Death. E
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