HARK! HARK! THE LARK.
Reading edition
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings, And Phœbus ’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 bin My lady sweet, arise! Arise, arise! —William Shakespeare.
Correggio (1494-1534).
The Moon Goddess.