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To My Friend Henry Irving / 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, / 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 / 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!