This lad, when but a child of six,
Had learned how earth and heaven may mix—
At this so innocent an age
He, as light Ariel, trod the stage;
So nimble-tongued, and silver-fleet,
Air, fire, did in one body meet.
Ay; had he hied to where the bones
Of Shakespeare lie 'neath Stratford's stones,
And whispered: “Master, hearken!”—so:
One might have answered—Prospero!
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