For how thy memory has lingered on In spite of cruelest winter s drear and howl By inner mirror seen I ve dwelled upon,I must confess, my treachery most foul.Did Shakespeare pen a series of passionate sonnets, unknown to modern scholarship, ardently praising a mysterious dark haired beauty This tantalizing question is raised in a letter to literature professor Rose Asher For how thy memory has lingered on In spite of cruelest winter s drear and howl By inner mirror seen I ve dwelled upon,I must...
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