<h2><SPAN name="page34"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>THE SONNET</h2>
<p class="poetry">Alone it stands in Poesy’s fair land,<br/>
A temple by the muses set apart;<br/>
A perfect structure of consummate art,<br/>
By artists builded and by genius planned,<br/>
Beyond the reach of the apprentice hand,<br/>
Beyond the ken of the untutored heart,<br/>
Like a fine carving in a common mart,<br/>
Only the favoured few will understand.<br/>
A <i>chef-d’œvre</i> toiled over with great care,<br/>
Yet which the unseeing careless crowd goes by,<br/>
A plainly set, but well-cut solitaire,<br/>
An ancient bit of pottery, too rare<br/>
To please or hold aught save the special eye,<br/>
These only with the sonnet can compare.</p>
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