The patient grief and endurance of Absence; while the tapestry woven by day stands on the frame to be unraveled by night, as the loyal wife puts off her suitors. Painting by RUDOLPH VON DEUTSCH. POEMS OF SORROW AND CONSOLATION. I. DISAPPOINTMENT IN LOVE. THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE. 66 FROM MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM," ACT I. SC. 1. FOR aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood, Or else misgraffèd in respect of years, Or else it stood upon the choice of friends; Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, So quick bright things come to confusion. 3 SHAKESPEARE. LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE. LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE, Of me you shall not win renown; Lady Clara Vere de Vere, I know you proud to bear your name; Your pride is yet no mate for mine, Too proud to care from whence I came. Nor would I break for your sweet sake A heart that dotes on truer charms. A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Some meeker pupil you must find, I could not stoop to such a mind. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, You put strange memories in my head. |