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TO MY REV. AND DEAR FRIEND S. D. H. ON THE SONNETS OF MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Let who will wander in the critics' mazeStriving to disentangle light from dark,
And 'mid its most seductive twilight-haze
Think to strike bravely some electric spark
Of high philosophy: let who will swear
He hath thy secret; and to make it known
Write his rare volume from our eyes to tear
The veil that hath hid thee from thy very own,
Thy Passionate Pilgrims, who around thy shrine
Kneel in a reverential worship of that voice
Senseful or senseless, so it be but thine,
That holds them in thraldom beyond hope of choice:
Till o'er thy face, my Shakespeare, steals the while
A half amused and half contemptuous smile.
June 23rd, 1920.
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