SARGENT'S PORTRAIT OF EDWIN BOOTH AT "THE
by: Thomas Bailey Aldrich
- HAT face
which no man ever saw
- And from his memory banished quite,
- With eyes in which are Hamlet's awe
- And Cardinal Richelieu's subtle light,
- Looks from this frame. A master's hand
- Has set the master player here,
- In the fair temple that he planned
- Not for himself. To us most dear
- This image of him! "It was thus
- He looked; such pallor touched his cheek;
- With that same grace he greeted us--
- Nay, 't is the man, could it but speak!"
- Sad words that shall be said some day--
- Far fall the day! O cruel Time,
- Whose breath sweeps mortal things away,
- Spare long this image of his prime,
- That others standing in the place
- Where, save as ghosts, we come no more,
- May know what sweet majestic face
- The gentle Prince of Players wore!
MORE POEMS BY THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH
"Sargent's Portrait of Edwin
Booth at 'The Players'" is reprinted from THE SISTERS'
TRAGEDY WITH OTHER POEMS,LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. Thomas Bailey
Aldrich. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1891.