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Show H TO SHAKESPEARE'S MOTHER. B I M By George Herbert Clarke. H Did he, madonna, on thy bosom turning, H . Look in thy woman-eyes and see soft fires Glowing and melting, passioning and yearning, H Lit with the mother-light of far desires? H Oh, did he fix his still regard upon them, H Learning their meanings manifold and strange, H Climbing with wonder up to count and con them H Ero they should vanish and the moment change? B Th0 visions that thy soul revealed him then, H Though thou hast died, madonna, may never 1 They dwell eternal in pure Imogen, i Cordelia's truth and Desdemona's sigh Mi Rosalind's Arden, Miranda's island wave, H Girlish Ophelia's love, and Juliet's grave. H; Lipplncott's Magazine. |