My hands were stained with blood, my heart was 
proud and cold,
My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold.
So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God,
Rise up to kiss the dust that Shakespeare's feet have trod.

Poet: Joyce Kilmer
Poem: 21. Queen Elizabeth Speaks
Volume: Main Street and Other Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1917
Poem of the Day: Dec 19 2011
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