Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
What the Sonnet IsEugene Lee-Hamilton (18451907)
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Of Circe’s mantle, each of magic gold;
Fourteen of lone Calypso’s tears that roll’d
Into the sea, for pearls to come to them;
Fourteen clear signs of omen in the gem
With which Medea human fate foretold;
Fourteen small drops, which Faustus, growing old,
Craved of the Fiend, to water Life’s dry stem.
To Beatrice; the sapphire Laura wore
When Petrarch cut it sparkling out of thought;
The ruby Shakespeare hew’d from his heart’s core;
The dark deep emerald that Rossetti wrought
For his own soul, to wear for evermore.