MORE yet and more, and yet we mark not all: <br />The Warning fain to bid fair women heed <br />Its hard brief note of deadly doom and deed; <br />The verse that strewed too thick with flowers the hall <br />Whence Nero watched his fiery festival; <br />That iron page wherein men’s eyes who read <br />See, bruised and marred between two babes that bleed, <br />A mad red-handed husband’s martyr fall; <br />The scene which crossed and streaked with mirth the strife <br />Of Henry with his sons and witchlike wife; <br />And that sweet pageant of the kindly fiend, <br />Who, seeing three friends in spirit and heart made one, <br />Crowned with good hap the true-love wiles he screened <br />In the pleached lanes of pleasant Edmonton.<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anonymous-plays-xviii/
