Classic Poem

The sonnet is the legion of ideas.
Full seven thousand is her muster grand.
The secret of this size full clear appears,
Once her enrollment one doth understand.
On Literature's dread field so vast go down,
So many millions perish year by year —
Millions of noble words whom death doth crown,
Heroes meeting defeat calm, void of fear —
These butcher'd words then reincarnate are —
A regiment's the couplet's fighting strength —
And i' th' sonnet's seven couplets march to war!
Arm'd, train'd, equipp'd for full revenge at length!
The couplet's fighting force prove Shakspeare — Porson:
E'en Porson's solitaire time shows no loss on.