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