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And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His Steeds to water at those Springs

On chaliced Flowres that lyes:

And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their Golden eyes:

With every thing that pretty is,

My Lady sweet, arise:

Arise, arise!

William Shakespeare

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The lark now leaves his watery nest,

And climbing shakes his dewy wings;

He takes your window for the East,

And to implore your light, he sings:

Awake, awake! the morn will never rise

Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.

The merchant bows unto the seaman's star,

The ploughman from the sun his season takes;

But still the lover wonders what they are

Who look for day before his mistress wakes:

Awake, awake! break through your veils of lawn;

Then draw your curtains, and begin the dawn!

Sir William Davenant

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When I did wake this morn from sleep,

It seemed I heard birds in a dream;

Then I arose to take the air—

The lovely air that made birds scream;

Just as a green hill launched the ship

Of gold, to take its first clear dip.