All feeling hearts must feel for him Who felt this picture. Presage dim -- Dim inklings from the shadowy sphere Fixed him and fascinated here. A demon-cloud like the mountain one Burst on a spirit as mild As this urned lake, the home of shades, But Shakespeare's pensive child. Never the lines had lightly scanned, Steeped in fable, steeped in fate; The Hamlet in his heart was 'ware, Such hearts can antedate. No utter surprise can come to him Who reaches Shakespeare's core; That which we seek and shun is there -- Man's final lore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYPOCRISY by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 2. FORMER BEAUTIES by THOMAS HARDY GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS CLERICAL OPPRESSORS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE |