Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, <br />And Phoebus 'gins arise, <br />His steeds to water at those springs <br />On chalic'd flowers that lies; <br />And winking Mary-buds begin <br />To ope their golden eyes; <br />With everything that pretty is, <br />My lady sweet, arise: <br />Arise, arise!<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hark-hark-the-lark/
