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.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (lane@elcore.net)
Created April 1, 2001; not revised.