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Oscar Wilde (1854–1900).  Poems.  1881.

47. Fabien dei Franchi

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



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