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...THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO DR. AIKIN ON HIS COMPLAINING THAT SHE NEGLECTED HIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNET: 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY by ROBERT BURNS THE LORD'S MASQUE: ORPHEUS by THOMAS CAMPION ON HIS MAJESTY'S RECOVERY FROM THE SMALL-POX, 1633 by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |