I saw the grave of Shakespeare in a dream, And round about it grouped a wondrous throng, His own majestic mourners, who belong Forever to the Stage of Life, and seem The rivals of reality. Supreme Stood Hamlet, as erewhile the graves among, Mantled in thought; and sad Ophelia sung The same swan-dirge she chanted in the stream. Othello, dark in destiny's eclipse, Laid on the tomb a lily. Near him wept Dejected Constance. Fair Cordelia's lips Moved prayerfully the while her father slept, And each and all, inspired of vital breath, Kept vigil o'er the sacred spoils of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE THE OLD WOMAN by JOSEPH CAMPBELL THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY |