Part 1 — A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN.
Reading edition
[FROM "CYMBELINE."]
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: Arise, arise.