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SONNET TO MOST MODERN POETS
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SONNET TO MOST MODERN POETS
Saccharine-like, you singWith soft, sweet melody forSong; and sighing, bringForth music meaningless; no more.Light-fingered, thus, you touchThe web-like stringOf aery, empty lyres; and fingering such,Still sweetly smile and softly sing.
0, come, forget your playOf senseless words and saccharine melody;Your pretty song of emptiness, I say,In life you seeA softly tinkling lyre.0, do not miss the roar of living fire!
