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.
(John Bannister Tabb)
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