A gentle, patient, loving wife, She moves among the merry scenes, Where none knows what the other means, And blunders fill the stage with strife. At each Antipholus oft we smile, And the two Dromios wake our laughter, But Adriana haunts us after Master and man no more beguile Her naiad face, her classic air, Elizabethan half, half Greek, Her tuneful voice, so wifely-meek, Make up an impersonation rare. Sweet dame, for thee was writ this play, The woman Shakespeare drew, thou art; The fair creation of his heart Embodied in our later day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |