Aubade
1564-1616
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!
DayPoems Poem No. 141
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/141.html">Aubade by William Shakespeare</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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