Monday, February 02, 2004
The BARD is Reborne
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Anniversary! ...This day borne Soeth by luck; few w'd scorne: Words of parson; books he'd hewn; History, poetry, prose, he'd learn. In love and strength, by moral too; Players'd read and rule whereso. E'vr ear and pence threw stage Romance; new wit! A poet's age! Whilst jesters, kings, and maidens faire Greet the gathered heads on air. In the round, and meadow greene Joints for fair seat; ales pale keen; Words which met the ear in rhyme! Envied birdsong, spoke to time. What name was wrought - n'er rent by sword? Whilst players spoke his gilded word? T'wasn't life returned the Lord; T'was the living of the Bard! Nae ..don't shirke; nor hasten way But Salud! ... Will Shakespeare's borne this day! Previously published by this poet at GeoCities & Lycos-Tripod and other websites. |
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