Oh for a poet—for a beacon bright
To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray;
To spirit back the Muses, long astray,
And flush Parnassus with a newer light;
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... this barren age of ours? Nice example of Italian sonnet. Well written and communicated. Sylva-Onyema Uba