The poem
Poem: Portia
(To Ellen Terry)
I marvel not Bassanio was so bold To peril all he had upon the lead, Or that proud Aragon bent low his head Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold: For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold Which is more golden than the golden sun No woman Veronese looked upon Was half so fair as thou whom I behold. Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned, And would not let the laws of Venice yield Antonio's heart to that accursed Jew - O Portia! take my heart: it is thy due: I think I will not quarrel with the Bond.
hmm.. im utterly stumped on what this poem is all about!
obviously this poem is based on portia and Bassanios relationship in the merchant of venice