Poetry month

Hark, Hark, the Lark
from "Cymbeline"
by William Shakespeare

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---
  My lady sweet, arise!