Poem: Portia

(To Ellen Terry)

I marvel not Bassanio was so bold

To peril all he had upon the lead,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Or that proud Aragon bent low his head

Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:

For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold

Which is more golden than the golden sun

上海龙凤shlf最新地址No woman Veronese looked upon

Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield

The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And would not let the laws of Venice yield

Antonio's heart to that accursed Jew -

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O Portia! take my heart:  it is thy due:

I think I will not quarrel with the Bond.