Hark, Hark! The Lark At Heaven's Gate Sings, And Phoebus 'gins Arise, His Steeds To Water At Those Springs On Chaliced Flowers That Lie

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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 is,
My lady sweet, arise.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline
-- Act ii, Sc. 3