Come unto th' East
'Tis cold as winter, though th' sun is high and fair...
Oh! to have seen it...
Last night again the roses sang.
Typist: This is what happens when Skish starts out cheerfully writing in iambic pentameter.
...She gives up.
Oh! to have seen it...
Last night again the roses sang.
Typist: This is what happens when Skish starts out cheerfully writing in iambic pentameter.
...She gives up.