IN vision, I beheld by Avon’s side
The mighty Shakespeare, and a wondrous train –
The vast creations of that matchless brain –
Walked with him through the dusk of eventide.
Slowly the dim procession, solemn-eyed,
Therewith the tawny Moor, and Cawdor’s thane,
And, soul most sorrowful, the princely Dane,
Passed, and repassed into the shadows wide.
Then, with a sense of overmastering awe,
And listening heart that scarcely seemed to stir,
I woke: to lapsing centuries of time,
To throng
(Ina Donna Coolbrith)
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