O Shakespeare,
You are ever-fixed mark.
Ever-fixed mark of love
And Truth and life.
I find in you the war
And the peace, the tempest
And the compass of pole-star
Of love-life.
You are right, cent percent,
You are the rosy-lips and the cheeks,
O Shakespeare, you are free
From any error.
I recognized you, the wisest of the wise,
For ever, here, my dear.
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