What kind of genius had the Stratford Bard
That guided him to write those poems and plays
Which since have won preeminent regard
Destined to last until the end of days?
How did he gain such mastery of verse,
Learning to turn his lines with graceful ease,
Prompting imagination to disburse
Both sense and melody designed to please?
But more, whence came his lusty characters
Who populated his supernal stage,
To whom each envious playwright since defers
As if, like Prospero, he’d been a mage?
One must conclude Shakespeare’s infinity
Of wit and art reveals divinity.