Wednesday 9 February 2011

Macgoldenbeth

Is this a golden dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A golden dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.



King Dollar should sleep with an open eye,
Lest persons clutch a golden dagger
Not of the mind, a true creation.

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