As there she lives and moves upon the scene, <br />So lived and moved this radiant womanhood <br />In Shakespeare's vision; in such wise she stood <br />Smiling upon Bassanio; such her mien <br />When pity dimmed her eyelids' golden sheen, <br />Hearing Antonio's story, and the blood <br />Paled on her cheek, and all her lightsome mood <br />Was gone. This shape in Shakespeare's thought has been! <br />Thus dreamt he of her in gray London town; <br />Such were her eyes; on such gold-colored hair <br />The grave young judge's velvet cap was set; <br />So stood she lovely in her crimson gown. <br />Mine were a happy cast, could I but snare <br />Her beauty in a sonnet's fragile net.<br /><br />Thomas Bailey Aldrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ellen-terry-in-the-merchant-of-venice/
