HEARKE, HEARKE, THE LARKE AT HEAUENS GATE SINGS - Robert W. Service Poems

 
 

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HEARKE, HEARKE, THE LARKE AT HEAUENS GATE SINGS

Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens gate sings,
    and Phœbus gins arise,
His Steeds to water at those Springs
    on chalic'd Flowres that lyes:
And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden eyes
With euery thing that pretty is, my Lady sweet arise:
      Arise, arise.