Classic Poem

Could glorious Shakespeare walk the earth again,
Right merrily would he laugh at all the toil
Of men bespangled, who forever soil
His perfect " Hamlet, " marvel of his brain.

Yea, he would smile at their insensate Dane,
Who, of his genius, was the proudest spoil.
From all their frowns and groans he would recoil,
And his great ghost would reason and complain.

But, if he knew thee, Rossi, he would cry,
" I see my " Hamlet"; yea, the one I love
Within my spirit's depths. I see the goal
Of my own mind that is not born to die,
And find in thine the thought which God above
Gave to the deathless essence of my soul! "