Let this be so.
His means of death, his obscure burial—
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite nor formal ostentation,
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call't in question.
Answer:
post a picture of the poem it will be helpful
Explanation:
I wake up, after I got to the bathrooms to brush my teeth, them I go to eat breakfast and start school after school i eat lunch and take a shower to sleep
