Shakespeare

    A vision as of crowded city streets,

    With human life in endless overflow;

    Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow

    To battle; clamor, in obscure retreats,

  Of sailors landed from their anchored fleets;

    Tolling of bells in turrets, and below

    Voices of children, and bright flowers that throw

    O'er garden-walls their intermingled sweets!

  This vision comes to me when I unfold

    The volume of the Poet paramount,

    Whom all the Muses loved, not one alone; — 

  Into his hands they put the lyre of gold,

    And, crowned with sacred laurel at their fount,

    Placed him as Musagetes on their throne.

Composition Date:1873.The lyrical form of this poem is abbaabbacdecde.14. Musagetes: leader of the muses, e.g., Apollo.