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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Thomas Chatterton
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WITH Shakspeare`s manhood at a boy`s wild heart,—
Through Hamlet`s doubt to Shakspeare near allied,
And kin to Milton through his Satan`s pride,—
At Death`s sole door he stooped, and craved a dart;
And to the dear new bower of England`s art,—
Even to that shrine Time else had deified,
The unuttered heart that soared against his side,—
Drove the fell point, and smote life`s seals apart.
Thy nested home-loves, noble Chatterton;
The angel-trodden stair thy soul could trace
Up Redcliffe`s spire; and in the world`s armed space 
Thy gallant sword-play:—these to many an one
Are sweet for ever; as thy grave unknown
And love-dream of thine unrecorded face.
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