Nature teaches us our tongue again br And the swift sentences came pat. I came br Into cool night rescued from rainy dawn. br And I seethed with language - Henry at br Harfleur and Agincourt came apt for war br In Ireland and the Middle East. Here was br The riddling and right tongue, the feeling words br Solid and dutiful. Aspiring hope br Met purpose in "advantages" and "He br That fights with me today shall be my brother." br Say this is patriotic, out of date. br But you are wrong. It never is too late br br For nights of stars and feet that move to an br Iambic measure; all who clapped were linked, br The theatre is our treasury and too, br Our study, school-room, house where mercy is br br Dispensed with justice. Shakespeare has the mood br And draws the music from the dullest heart. br This is our birthright, speeches for the dumb br And unaccomplished. Henry has the words br For grief and we learn how to tell of death br With dignity. "All was as cold" she said br "As any stone" and so, we who lacked scope br For big or little deaths, increase, grow up br To purposes and means to face events br Of cruelty, stupidity. I walked br Fast under stars. The Avon wandered on br "Tomorrow and tomorrow". Words aren't worn br Out in this place but can renew our tongue, br Flesh out our feeling, make us apt for life.