To the Sonnet + 

Though cribbed and gyved, thou canst within thy walls + 

Unfold a wondrous wealth of worlds unseen, + 

And flood the soul’s abyss with moonlight sheen, + 

As well as darken passions’ gilded halls; + 

Thy fourteen outlets are so many falls + 

From which gush out the prisoned joy, or spleen⁠— + 

The silvery cascades, or the billows green, + 

And either a sea of bliss or grief recalls. + 

Thou goddess of the gems of Fancy’s deep, + 

Though few thy facets, they reflect the whole + 

Of inner-self in multi-shaded hues; + 

Thou art the couch of dreams that never sleep; + 

Thou art the phoenix of the poet’s soul, + 

As well the crystal palace of his muse. + 