Sonnet , not darling of one Muse alone,
Not to a single art did Art enchain
Thee, miniature of Poetry's domain;
Song, Dance, and Music woo thee for their own.
First is the majesty of Music shown,
Reverberate in resonant quatrain,
In fourfold note reduplicate again
Repeated by rebounding antiphone.
These fail, and sudden, paired or tripleted,
Dance forward sisters six, each, fleeting by,
With warbling lip the arrested strain prolongs,
Giving to sight the viewless melody
In poetry of motion shaped and sped
By poetry of rhythms and of songs.