Monday Night Poetry: November 21

Song: “Hark, Hark! the lark at Heaven’s gate sings.”

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 every thing that pretty is, 

My lady sweet, arise: 

Arise, arise.
William Shakespeare

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