Selected
Poems
by
Frederick George Scott
SHAKESPEARE
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Unseen
in the great minster dome of time,
Whose shafts are centuries,
its spangled roof
The
vaulted universe, our master sits,
And organ-voices like a far-off chime
Roll
through the aisles of thought. The sunlight flits
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From
arch to arch, and, as he sits aloof,
Kings, heroes, priests, in concourse vast, sublime,
Whispers
of love and cries from battle-field,
His wizard power breathes
on the living air.
Warm faces gleam and pass, child, woman, man,
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In
the long multitude; but he, concealed,
Our bard eludes us, vainly each face we scan,
It is not he; his features
are not there;
But,
being thus hid, his greatness is revealed. [Page
75]
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