< Shakespeare's Songs
For other versions of this work, see Hark, Hark! The Lark.
From Cymbeline.
HARK, HARK! THE LARK
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 every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise!
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