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SONNET.
[Yes! these indeed are gems, eternal gems]
Yes! these indeed are gems, eternal gems,Pluck'd from the deep, and glorious mine of thought;
These have not glitter'd in the diadems
Of sceptred emperors, nor were they brought
From some far island of the Indian deep;
In lonely musings their bright wealth was sought,
In intercourse with Nature, who doth keep
Rich stores of every sweet imagining;
In vigils, when the midnight moon look'd down,
(Herself the peerless jewel of night's crown)
Did Poesy this beauteous chaplet string.
Grow pale, thou crimson ruby!—dimly shine,
Thou starry diamond! such poor gauds can fling
No radiance like the gems, this casket doth enshrine.
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