THY verse is like a cool and shady well
Lying a-dream within some moss-walled close
Far from the common way, where violets doze
In green-deep grass beside the sweet hare-bell.
And each wayfarer as he stoopeth there
Doth spy a face that is most like his own,
So weary and—ah me!—so woe-begone
That almost he forgetteth his deep care.
There is a royal restraint in thy sad rhyme,
Dis-calmèd calm, and passion passionless,
And mellowed is all taint of bitterness
Into the harmony of that still time
When leaves are yellowing in the sallow sun
And evening’s bloom is flush across the sky,
When haggard summer tottereth in his run
And gracious moist-eyed autumn draweth nigh.
O king! majestical in thy decline
As in thy Spring,—might such an end be mine!
A glowing tribute to Shakespeare and his creative genius. This poem in itself a great poem worthy of classic poem of the day.
And each wayfarer as he stoopeth there Doth spy a face that is most like his own, So weary and—ah me! —so woe-begone That almost he forgetteth his deep care.. a very fine poem. tony
A more perfect poem could not have been chosen as classic poem of the day. Shakespeare would have been proud of the sonnet you penned in recognition of his great sonnet contribution.
'When leaves are yellowing in the sallow sun And evening’s bloom is flush across the sky, When haggard summer tottereth in his run And gracious moist-eyed autumn draweth nigh' - Loved this quatrain the most.
O king! majestical in thy decline As in thy Spring, —might such an end be mine! ........greatly tribute
There is a royal restraint in thy sad rhyme, Dis-calmèd calm, and passion passionless, And mellowed is all taint of bitterness Into the harmony of that still time The great Schakespeare. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An humble, respectful and wholesome tribute to Shakespeare and his creative genius. My sincere thanks to George William.