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|The Two Shakespeare Tercentaries|
|of birth, 1864; of death, 1916|
Longer than thine, than thine, |
Is now my time of life; and thus thy years
Seem to be clasped and harboured within mine.
O how ignoble this my clasp appears!
Thy unprophetic birth, |
Thy darkling death: living I might have seen
That cradle, marked those labours, closed that earth.
O first, O last, O infinite between!
Now that my life has shared |
Thy dedicated date, O mortal, twice,
To what all-vain embrace shall be compared
My lean enclosure of thy paradise:
To ignorant arms that fold |
A poet to a foolish breast? The Line,
That is not, with the world within its hold?
So, days with days, my days encompass thine.
Child, Stripling, Manthe sod. |
Might I talk little language to thee, pore
On thy last silence? O thou city of God,
My waste lies after thee, and lies before.
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