The Sonnet
Alone it stands in Poesy's fair land, A temple by the muses set apart; A perfect structure of consummate art, By artists builded and by genius planned, Beyond the reach of the apprentice hand, Beyond the ken of the untutored heart, Like a fine carving in a common mart, Only the favoured few will understand. A chef d'auvre toiled over with great care, Yet which the unseeing careless crowd goes by, A plainly set, but well-cut solitaire, An ancient bit of pottery, too rare To please or hold aught save the special eye, These only with the sonnet can compare.
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"Alone it stands in Poesy's fair land,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ella Wheeler Wilcox delivers a powerful performance in "The Sonnet"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...