Mathilde Blind - Anne Hathaway's Cottage

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IS this the Cottage, ivy-girt and crowned, And this the path down which our Shakespeare ran, When, in the April of his love, sweet Anne Made all his mighty pulses throb and bound; Where, mid coy buds and winking flowers around, She blushed a rarer rose than roses can, To greet her Will even Him, fair Avon's Swan Whose name has turned this plot to holy ground! To these dear walls, once dear to Shakespeare's eyes, Time's Vandal hand itself has done no wrong; This nestling lattice opened to his song, When, with the lark, he bade his love arise In words whose strong enchantment never dies Old as these flowers, and, like them, ever young. Mathilde Blind poemhunter.com/poem/anne-hathaway-s-cottage-2/