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THE SONNET.
To a bright planet with its satellitesThe Sonnet bears resemblance; in it glows
And shines an orb, the central thought, which throws
Its steadier radiance on the lesser lights,
The thoughts subordinate, and airy flights
Centrifugal of fancy, apt from close
Connection and coherence to cast loose,
And fly off into space, dazzling weak sights.
But under control of the central thought,
Imagination shines divinely strong;
Revolving round their primary, and brought
In order due within its light, along
Move all the parts, harmonic as they ought,
Receiving, giving, mutual light and song.
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