The Play
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Act first, this Earth, a stage so gloom’d with woe You all but sicken at the shifting scenes. And yet be patient. Our Playwright may show In some fifth Act what this wild Drama means.
Crowd Score: 10.0
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