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.
Queen Elizabeth Speaks
Joyce Kilmer
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Poem topics: god, heart, kiss, soul, rise, cold, flame, gold, black, shame, dust, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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