Prefatory Sonnet of Freedom and Liberty InworthWilliamworth's "Prefatory Sonnet", originally published in his book Poems, in Two Volumes, deals with the concept of freedom as a personal goal and its relevance to the broader political spectrum. The poet compares the nuns and hermits, who find comfort in their confined spaces, to himself and the writing of sonnets. Building on this framework, Worth makes an important observation about personal freedom and its place in political freedom. Carefully crafted literary elements combine efforts to manipulate tension in the poem, a powerful poetic tool used with precision and perfection to tell the story of freedom: how it is desired, its glory, and its consequences. The poem begins in the tradition of the list sonnet. People of various professions are listed as content within the confines of their appropriate workspace or abode (later compared to the poet working on sonnets, happily confined within the binding structure of the sonnet). Note the increased tension in the first three lines, an effect maneuvered with a decreasing sentence structure and an internal rhyme: The nuns do not worry about the narrow room of their Convent; And the Hermits are happy with their Cells; And the Students of their thoughtful Citadels; While the first line is a completely independent clause, the second, while also an independent clause, begins with "And", apparently a continuation of a sentence begun in the first line. The verb is dropped in the third line, creating a dependent clause and a more rushed feel than the first and second lines. Finally, the fourth line seems narrow (like the boundaries holding the Nun, the Student, the Maids and the Weaver), with two separate dependent clauses... in the middle of the paper... but it must be created in politics through freedom of popular action. This is what finally ended Napoleon's tyranny in Europe, and this is what this poem concludes. The nuns do not worry about the cramped room in their convents; And the hermits are happy with their cells; And the students of their thoughtful citadels; at the wheel, the weaver at the loom, sit cheerful and happy; The bees that fly in search of flowers, High as the highest peak of the Furness hills, murmur from hour to hour in bells of foxglove; verily, the prison to which we condemn ourselves is no prison: and therefore to me, in various moods, it was a pastime To be confined Within the scant plot of land of the Sonnet: Would it please if some Souls (for there is need ) That they have felt the burden of too much freedom, should find brief comfort there, as I have found.