154 Sonnets. William Shakespeare. Poem by Kevin Hulme

Were ever Verse more Worldly Blessed, the course of the pen more finely set. For time it's Role has declared to attest, that to no greater poet we are in debt. And what majestic lines were to be held so dear, to hold and bring life to a hollow soul, with a fiery heart of blood sincere, his verse of perfection thereby unfold. All flattering breath to the Fair Youth laid, for his values are like the Summer's day born, a Dark Lady's aspect a bad Angel once made, her black Raven Eyes That forever do mourn. So to the Soul of his age we lay are highest regard, England's own jewelled son our most loved Eminent Bard.