Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 4, 8, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN



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First Line: Nor strange it is, to us who walk in bonds
Last Line: By the whole heave and settle of the sea.


Nor strange it is, to us who walk in bonds
Of flesh and time, if virtue's self awhile
Gleam dull like sunless ice; whilst graceful guile--
Blood-flecked like hamatite or diamonds
With a red inward spark--to reconcile
Beauty and evil seems and corresponds
So well with good that the mind joys to have
Full wider jet and scope: nor swings and sleeps
Forever in one cradle wearily
Like those vast weeds that off d'Acunha's isle
Wash with the surf and flap their mighty fronds
Mournfully to the dipping of the wave,
Yet cannot be disrupted from their deeps
By the whole heave and settle of the sea.





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