by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Language: English 
Some say that ever against that Season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no Spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no Planets strike,
No Fairy talks, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

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