Let This Acceptance Take
For years I have known the story of Henry V as rendered by Shakespeare. I have always loved the main character - Henry V - with an awe-filled respect. I can't remember how many times I have read the play, but every time, at that last line after Shakespeare tells us that King Henry died not a year after returning to England, I break down in tears.
No! I cannot accept it! Shakespeare has never made me mad in any point but this. And so I wrote a poem in response to his shatteringly final "Let this acceptance take."
Let
This Acceptance Take
“Let
this acceptance take.” But
nay!
Accept
we not, nor can essay
To
say: “’Tis true –
Harry has died
Who
all the hosts of France defied,
Who
won that country for his own
And
giving up to God the crown
Did
say: ‘Tale it, God, for it is
None
but Thine!’” What
utterance
Could
speak our grief that on this day
That
same God takes our King away.
No
words you give – O, poet bold –
Nor
epitaph written in gold;
Ye
only say as our hearts break:
“Let
this acceptance take.”
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