Haply I think of thee,—and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest....
No longer mourn for me, when I am dead,
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
[210]: Le rôle où il excellait était celui du fantôme dans Hamlet.
[211]: In his own conceit the only shake-scene in the country.
[212]: «He was a respectable man.—A good word: what does it mean?—He kept a gig.» Procès anglais.
[213]: Voy. ses portraits et surtout son buste.
[214]: Voy. surtout ses dernières pièces: Tempest, Twelfth night.