(With much help from Robert Good, William Shakespeare, br John Milton, and little Catherine Schwartz) br br br Shall I compare her to a summer play? br She is too clever, too devious, too subtle, too dark: br Her lies are rare, but then she paves the way br Beyond the summer's sway, within the jejune park br Where all souls' aspiration to true nobility br Obliges Statues in the Frieze of Death br And when this pantomime and Panama of Panorama Fails, br "I'll never speak to you agayne" -- or waste her panting breath. br br When I but think of how her years are spent br Deadening that one talent which -- for woman is -- br Death or paralysis, denied: nature's intent br That each girl be a mother -- whether or not she is br Or has become a lawful wife or bride br -- 0 Alma Magna Mater, deathless the living death of pride.