AUBADE
by: Sir William Davenant
(1606-1668)
- HE lark now leaves his wat'ry
nest,
- And climbing shakes his dewy wings.
- He takes this window for the East,
- And to implore your light he sings--
- Awake, awake! the morn will never rise
- Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.
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- The merchant bows unto the seaman's star,
- The ploughman from the sun his season takes;
- But still the lover wonders what they are
- Who look for day before his mistress wakes.
- Awake, awake! break thro' your veils of lawn!
- Then draw your curtains, and begin the dawn!
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