The Two Shakespeare Tercentenaries: Of Birth, 1864: Of Death, 1916.
By Alice Christiana Gertrude Thompson Meynell
TO SHAKESPEARE
Longer than thine, than thine,
Is now my time of life; and thus thy years
Seem to be clasped and harboured within mine.
O how ignoble this my clasp appears!
Thy unprophetic birth,
Thy darkling death: living I might have seen
That cradle, marked those labours, closed that earth.
O first, O last, O infinite between!
Now that my life has shared
Thy dedicated date, O mortal, twice,
To what all-vain embrace shall be compared
My lean enclosure of thy paradise?
To ignorant arms that fold
A poet to a foolish breast?The Line,
That is not, with the world within its hold?
So, days with days, my days encompass thine.
Child, Stripling, Man-the sod.
Might I talk little language to thee, pore
On thy last silence?O thou city of God,
My waste lies after thee, and lies before.