The folk who lived in Shakespeare’s day
And saw that gentle figure pass
By London Bridge, his frequent way–
They little knew what man he was.
The pointed beard, the courteous mien,
The equal port to high and low,
All this they saw or might have seen–
But not the light behind the brow!
The doublet’s modest gray or brown,
The slender sword-hilt’s plain device,
What sign had these for prince or clown?
Few turned, or none, to scan him twice.
Yet ‘t was the King of England’s kings!
The rest with all their pomps and trains
Are mouldered, half-remembered things–
‘T is he alone that lives and reigns!
An early reminder that on April 27 we will be reading and discussing poetry and other literature about, or inspired by, Shakespeare, his works and characters. Please bring your own choice of this genre for discussion and, if you wish, post it first on the blog via the CONTACT US page, or email it to me directly. See the SCHEDULE PAGE for selections posted to-date.