The Poetry of Real Life | ||
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TO SHAKSPEARE.
Great Soul, that turnest to the healthy lightOf truth not one side only, but all sides,
Of thy strong mind, that nothing from it hides,
But lets it, from all points, pervade it quite—
Oh, thou art like the earth, with infinite
Variety, yet nothing that resides
Therein is out of place: with times and tides
For all things, howsoever opposite!
Thou hast no corners dark in thy great soul:
That, like some dome majestic, from above
Receives sufficient light to light the whole!
Thou hast an overflowing heart of love
Besides, to which, as towards the ocean, roll
All streams of life, and, mingling there, improve!
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