To William Shakespeare

Bard of the heavens’ gilded spans, whose crest Has been blesséd with poetry’s fair gift, Whose heart, long gone, once beating in your breast Had feigned no word. Whose gilded passions lift Into Olympus, dwelling mid its skies. Oh, Shakespeare how your reach now farther swells Athwart time’s sea. Your tender lullabies Had touched poetic hearts with mystic spells And doubly touched the same plain readers’. Most Of all the future poets looked on you Keats! Byron! Shelley! Though you are a ghost You’re still alive through time and each bard’s mew, For many have sought out your gloried verse. Shakespeare, you opened many closéd doors © 2014 Gleb Zavlanov