BETA

Sonnet.

I once had thought to have embalm’d my
name
1
With Poesy : —to have served the gentle
Muses
2
With high sincerity : —but Fate refuses,3
And I am now become most strangely tame,4
And careless what becomes of Glory’s game5
Who strives—who wins the wondrous prize
—who loses !
6
Not that the heavy world my spirit bruises;7
But I have not the heart to at Fame.8
Magnificent and mental images9
‘Have visited me oftentimes, and given10
My mind to proud delights—but now it sees11
Those visions going like the lights of even :12
All intelli grandeur dimly flees,—13
And I am quiet at the stars of heaven !14