Poem by Joyce Kilmer

Queen Elizabeth Speaks

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.

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2. Pennies
3. In Memory of Rupert Brooke
4. The Big Top
5. Kings

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