Treasure Island

Hamnet Shakespeare


Vendetta


All too well framed in the back of my mind,
What still hangs in the bosom of my shop;
And of posting no need my love to claim,
That more be rehearsed after me thy name:
So to remember thee by heart I behold
That picture hid away from thee more sweet
Than if in her presence is marked by thee;
I know not what hand or eye will bring to the page,
This line to read against thyself suffice,
Methinks not in vain by world's wing thy Angel.

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Created: Thursday, January 23,2014 12: 34: 10 PM

Submitted: Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, May 07, 2014

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