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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The House Of Life
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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 arduous fulness reverent:
Carve it in ivory or in ebony,
As Day or Night may rule; and let Time see
Its flowering crest impearled and orient.
A Sonnet is a coin: its face reveals
The soul,—its converse, to what Power `tis due:—
Whether for tribute to the august appeals
Of Life, or dower in Love`s high retinue,
It serve; or, `mid the dark wharf`s cavernous breath,
In Charon`s palm it pay the toll to Death.
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