Wednesday, January 11, 2017

THE MIRROR, a poem

POET, why wilt thou wander far afield?
     Turn again home! There, also, Nature sings,
     And to thy heart, her magic-mirror, brings
All images of life: thence will she yield
Every emotion in Man's breast concealed:
     Love, hate, ambition,—hope, that heavenward wings,—
     The peasant's toil, the care that waits on kings,—
All, in thy heart's clear crystal, full revealed.

Hast thou forgotten? One there was who turning
     His poet-vision inward, through the years,
Found Falstaff's wit, and Prospero's high yearning,
     Shared Hamlet's doubt, the madness that was Lear's,
Saw Wolsey's pride, and Romeo's passion, burning,—
     Knew Desdemona's truth, and felt her tears!
"The Mirror" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Lyrics of Life (1909) and Poems (1916) Volume II.

Study for Mariana in the South (ca. 1897)
by John William Waterhouse
Wikimedia Commons
Keyword: Shakespeare

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