The BARD is Reborne!
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.
Composed for William Shakespeare's birthday.
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