William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Aubade


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!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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  • * Sunprincess * (10/6/2012 3:01:00 AM)

    Oh a beautiful morning scene, with visitors..sounds like it is going to be a fun-filled day.. :) (Report) Reply

  • Egal Bohen (2/28/2008 5:32:00 PM)

    Marsh marigolds at sunrise spring
    From Stratford's marshes green
    Here Shakespeare beauty doth compare
    With larks that sweetness sing (Report) Reply

  • David Zvekic (6/17/2005 12:22:00 AM)

    Phoebus is Apollo the sungod. This poem describes the sunlight striking a pond or
    lake, flower buds opening. I'm not certain what the lark at heaven's gate refers to.
    But since birds sing in the morning, I suppose the lark at heaven's gate also does. (Report) Reply

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