If from the height of that celestial sphere <br />Where now thou dwell'st, spirit powerful and sweet! <br />Thou yet canst love the race that sojourn here, <br />How must thou joy, with pleasure not unmeet <br />For thy exalted state, to know how dear <br />Thy memory is held throughout the earth, <br />Beyond the favoured land that gave thee birth. <br />E'en in thy seat in Heaven, thou may'st receive <br />Thanks, praise, and love, and wonder ever new, <br />From human hearts, who in thy verse perceive <br />All that humanity calls good and true; <br />Nor dost thou for each mortal blemish grieve, <br />They from thy glorious works have fall'n away, <br />As from thy soul its outward form of clay.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-shakespeare-i/
