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Shakespeare wants me to read sermons in stones,

He wants me to read books in flowing brooks,

He says I should see good in everything;

I ponder to grasp his words and their meaning.

Will you, my beloved, spare some of your time,

So that we can talk when the day declines?

Will you, please, give me a chance to confide,

Without lashing back like an uncontrollable tide?

Help me in fathoming the wisdom of the wise,

So that I too can be fresh at sunrise.