James Edwin Campbell - Richard III

I see thy smile; at times, May's warm, young sun, <br />At times, December's cold and threat'ning sky; <br />Thy woman's hand aplucking at thy sword, <br />The lightning lurking in thy deep-set eye. <br />Alone, thy face a stage whereon doth play <br />Ambition, Hate, Lust, Murder; flitting out <br />And in the gloomy wings of thy dark soul - <br />A fearsome and a most unholy rout! <br />And yet withal a kingly look oft-times <br />Conveys an air of high-born royalty <br />That overshadows all thine awful crimes <br />And stamps e'en them somewhat with majesty. <br />Liar, Traitor, Murd'rer through all thy life - <br />Hero and King at Bosworth's fatal strife!<br /><br />James Edwin Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/richard-iii/