Aubade Poem By William Shakespeare

Aubade Poem By William Shakespeare!

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

Aubade Poem By William Shakespeare

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