Poem by William Shakespeare

Hark! Hark! The Lark

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

1. Anne Hathaway
2. The Church at Stratford
3. From Venus and Adonis
4. How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been
5. From the Rape of Lucrece

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