TO-MORROW I shall be at Elsinore. When by the Thames there was no song to sing They say that he some time the buskin wore In Denmark, and was Player to the King. Of men the living habitation still, They very stones and turrets I shall see That he remembered once, and set the quill, And the words came -- 'Who's there?' -- 'Nay, answer me.' So Avon plied in royal usury, Borrowed a scene and gave a world again, Adding a tragic immortality To the imperial story of the Dane, That in all kingdoms now, for ever more, Hourly the play begins at Elsinore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK LOVE-LILY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH EPITAPH FOR A CONDEMNED BOOK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SUBH-I-KAZIB by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |