Classic Poem

Last night I sojourned for a season brief
In goodly company; Hamlet the Dane
Was there, and sweet Ophelia once again
Wept while she sang, her being rent with grief;
Othello came with Desdemona ere
Iago's poison rankled in his heart;
Orlando, swearing death should never part
His soul from fairest Rosalind's, drew near;
And then while mirth and revel reigned supreme,
And all my soul was glad, I oped mine eyes
And marvelled much that this was all a dream,
And my dear vision vanished to the skies;
I waked to see my phantom friends no more,
My Shakespeare lying closed upon the floor.