Here you will find the Poem Shakespeare's Festival of poet Katharine Lee Bates
WHILE we keep our Poet's Tercentennial, Every school and city with its emulous Antic or solemnity, what tremulous Laughter on the air! O Puck perennial! Leave us clumsy mortals to our drolleries, Strenuous gambols of Shakespearean gratitude, And be off to find him in Beatitude, Win his genial glance with elf cajoleries, And then tell him of our sage frivolity Till his golden laughter wake eternity, And about him flock his old fraternity, All his scapegrace fellows of the quality, Greene not jealous, Heminge no more stammering, Marlowe one white flame of passion glorious, Rare Ben modest, vagabonds victorious, All about the Master crowding, clamoring, Talking all at once in odes and triolets, Sonnets like the stars for prodigality, While Will Shakespeare loafs with Immortality On a stolen bank of Arden violets.
