How like a route march has this Shakespeare been <br />For them, bright students of the final year! <br />What anguish have they felt, what hurdles seen! <br />What deserts, mountains, thickets everywhere! <br />And yet this poet's verse is like the spring, <br />So rich in marvels for the daring mind; <br />Brimming with life and flowers staggering; <br />Like dewdrops fresh. Such freshness could they find. <br />Yet that spring's sparkling clearness seems to some <br />But toil and trouble, muddy-watered bog; <br />For Shakespeare and his pleasures only come <br />To those that clear their hearts and minds from fog; <br />Or, if some mist abides, 'tis but a veil <br />That mystifies, but mars not beauty's trail.<br /><br />Magda Graf<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sonnet-dedicated-to-29-muses/
