When Shakespeare came to London <br />He met no shouting throngs; <br />He carried in his knapsack <br />A scroll of quiet songs. <br /> <br />No proud heraldic trumpet <br />Acclaimed him on his way; <br />Their court and camp have perished; <br />The songs live on for ay. <br /> <br />Nobody saw or heard them, <br />But, all around him there, <br />Spirits of light and music <br />Went treading the April air. <br /> <br />He passed like any pedlar, <br />Yet he had wealth untold. <br />The galleons of th' armada <br />Could not contain his gold. <br /> <br />The kings rode on to darkness. <br />In England's conquering hour, <br />Unseen arrived her splendour; <br />Unknown, her conquering power.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shakespeare-s-kingdom/
