Classic Poem

AS " HAMLET . "

Doubt plows deep furrows in thy restless brain,
Filled with dull seeds that bring no definite fruit;
With fancies troubled, vague, irresolute,
It swerves to sweet, and strives to hush its pain!

Sure, and not sure, it vacillates again —
Now fired by faith, now sullen as a brute
In stupor; while thy galled heart sad and mute,
Struggles and doubts, oh pale and fitful Dane!

Interpreter of thoughts so grandly penned,
Thy toil hath crowned them with an aureole
Of charm; oh! Hamlet, lover, hater, friend!
With Art thine aim, with Art supreme as goal,
The rich rare glories of thy genius blend,
Completing all in one great flood of soul!