William Shakespeare (1564–1616)

From “Cymbeline,” Act II. Scene 3

HARK, hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,

And Phœbus ’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.