THIS tree, here fall'n, no common birth or death <br />Shared with its kind. The world's enfranchised son, <br />Who found the trees of Life and Knowledge one, <br />Here set it, frailer than his laurel-wreath. <br />Shall not the wretch whose hand it fell beneath <br />Rank also singly—the supreme unhung? <br />Lo! Sheppard, Turpin, pleading with black tongue <br />This viler thief's unsuffocated breath! <br />We'll search thy glossary, Shakspeare! whence almost, <br />And whence alone, some name shall be reveal'd <br />For this deaf drudge, to whom no length of ears <br />Sufficed to catch the music of the spheres; <br />Whose soul is carrion now,—too mean to yield <br />Some Starveling's ninth allotment of a ghost.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-site-of-a-mulberry-tree-planted-by-wm-shakspeare-felled-by-the-rev-f-gastrell/
