Hark! Hark! The Lark

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise!

by William Shakespeare

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So swwwwwwwwwwwweet
You couldn't PAY a human to read that poem? I read it better sitting on the bowl. How awful. Imagine a young student coming to this and for the first time hears this poem - - READ LIKE THAT! DISGRACEFUL.
Hark, hark - the Lark All time great, great Shakespeare!
Oh! For a creative genius!
Great poet's great creativity
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