"And the silence of the shining stone,
like the shattering crystal of the poet, cries:
"I the enigma undefined,
the error of my age;
the players and the play defamed
that tread a timeless stage.
Ay! both hero and the rake,
of tragedy and of comic parts;
the dirge at many a wake
and the wit that veins the farce."
Oscar Wilde
Tyger, tyger, burning bright,
in the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
framed thy fearful symmetry?
