Step Mile Journeys

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus' gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise!
Arise, arise!

– William Shakespeare from Cymbeline

Listen to some sounds of nature while reading this poem or as background sounds while doing your work.