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Слушать(AI)Hark the sky-lark in the cloud
RK the sky-lark in the cloud, Hark the cricket in the grass,
Trilling blitheness clear and loud, Chirping glee to all who pass.
Oh, the merry summer lay!
Earth and sky keep holiday.
Hear the leaves that kiss the air, Hear the laughter of the bees:
Who remembers winter care In the shining days like these?
Oh, the merry lay of June!
All our hearts are glad in tune.
Augusta Davies Webster
Augusta Webster (30 January 1837 – 5 September 1894) was an English poet, dramatist, essayist, and translator. The daughter of Vice-admiral Geor
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