Ellen Terry in the Merchant of Venice

As there she lives and moves upon the scene,
So lived and moved this radiant womanhood
In Shakespeare’s vision; in such wise she stood
Smiling upon Bassanio; such her mien
When pity dimmed her eyelids’ golden sheen,
Hearing Antonio’s story, and the blood
Paled on her cheek, and all her lightsome mood
Was gone. This shape in Shakespeare’s thought has been!
Thus dreamt he of her in gray London town;
Such were her eyes; on such gold-colored hair
The grave young judge’s velvet cap was set;
So stood she lovely in her crimson gown.
Mine were a happy cast, could I but snare
Her beauty in a sonnet’s fragile net.