I must confess that what you guess is true:
in every thought and every twisting rhyme,
my love for Him suffuses through and through,
to Him, I will return time after time.
He taught me how to love and how to hate,
(and though schoolchildren in him oft despair)
he showed me best to rail against my fate.
I find his wordplay well beyond compare.
Bardolater I am, and without shame,
"Twas ever thus," he whispers in my ear...
Sweet Willie Shakes, to call him out by name
to any logophile that holds him dear.
Tragedy, comedy, or history -
his facility is the mystery.
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