Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone <br />Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; <br />It comes upon us like the glorious pealing <br />Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone. <br />And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown, <br />The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing, <br />And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing <br />Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne. <br />It tells me too, that on a happy day, <br />When some good spirit walks upon the earth, <br />Thy name with Alfred's, and the great of yore <br />Gently commingling, gives tremendous birth <br />To a loud hymn, that sounds far, far away <br />To where the great God lives for evermore.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xvi-to-kosciusko-2/
