Excerpt from Shakespeare's Dream: And Other PoemsOh, may the critics spare my verse the blame; It is this sober age that makes my words so tame!In caves Of Delphi, in an Olden day, They sought Apollo's oracle to wake; Prophetic vapors rose mysteriously, While all the mighty mountain seemed to quake When in her ecstasy the Pythia spake; And priests were there to frame in rhythmic line Each awful prophecy her lips might make. Mute now the voices Of the Delphic shrine But from your temple, Shakespeare, ring a Pythia's divine.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.