William Shakespeare

Here you will find the Poem Aubade of poet 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!