Sunday Sonnet – If by Dull Rhymes

John Keats 1795-1821

If by dull rhymes our English must be chained,
And, like Andromeda, the sonnet sweet
Fettered, in spite of pained loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrained,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of poesy;
Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress
Of every chord, and see what may be gained
By ear industrious and attention meet;
Misers of sound and syllable, no less
Than Midas of his courage, let us be
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay-wreath crown.
So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
She will be bound by garlands of her own

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