To Miss Julia Dean,
ON SEEING HER AS JULIET.
OH, thou art wondrous fair! I did not dream
Thus to behold the fancy of the great,
Immortal poet's brain made palpable
To mortal vision. Mighty Shakspeare's self,
Who from his mind of myriad glories wrought
This creature of strange beauty, and of deep
Strong love, might well be proud to see thee take
Her form, and to the bright ideal give
Life, grace, and beauty brighter than her own.
Oh who would not weep gushing tears with thee,
Thou lovely being with a heart of flame,
Thus to behold the fancy of the great,
Immortal poet's brain made palpable
To mortal vision. Mighty Shakspeare's self,
Who from his mind of myriad glories wrought
This creature of strange beauty, and of deep
Strong love, might well be proud to see thee take
Her form, and to the bright ideal give
Life, grace, and beauty brighter than her own.
Oh who would not weep gushing tears with thee,
Thou lovely being with a heart of flame,
