Publisher's Synopsis
Excerpt from A Century of Sonnets
The Artist
Is fame the great reward for which you write?
Oh, no! long since I have renounced that hope.
Perhaps 'tis gain that doth your pen incite?
A better chance would broom and crossing ope.
Why spend yourself then in a fruitless toil?
For man's delight no nightingale doth sing,
Nor shines the sun because it loves earth's soil:
Not from the things without doth beauty spring;
Love dwelleth only in a lovely soul:
Art is the artist's all-sufficient end,
And to create things beautiful his goal:
Never to please the crowd will he descend:
Let him but chant his song and paint his dream,
What cares your Blake though all the world blaspheme?
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