text:  How exquisite and full of meaning are those lines-- 'Bees that soar for bloom High as the highest peak of Furness fells Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells;' and then the touching close-- 'In truth the prison unto which we doom Ourselves no prison is; and hence to me In sundry moods 'twas pastime to be bound Within the sonnets scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some souls for such there needs must be Who have felt the weight of too much liberty Should find brief solace there as I have found