1] The silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
2] The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
3] The murdered brother rising through the floor,
4] The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
5] And then the lonely duel in the glade,
6] The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
7] Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,—
8] These things are well enough,—but thou wert made
9] For more august creation! frenzied Lear
10] Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
11] With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
12] For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
13] Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath—
14] Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!