INAUGURATION OF THE IMAGE OF SHAKSPERE.
AT THE SURREY THEATRE.
“Be still, my mighty soul! These ribs of mine
Are all too fragile for thy narrow cage.
By heaven! I will unlock my bosom’s door.
And blow thee forth upon the boundless tide
Of thought’s creation, where thy eagle wing
May soar from this dull terrene mass away,
To yonder empyrean vault—like rocket (sky)—