Part 2 — SONG
Reading edition
See, see, she wakes! Sabina wakes! And now the sun begins to rise; Less glorious is the morn that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes.
With light united, day they give; But different fates ere night fulfil; How many by his warmth will live! How many will her coldness kill!
William Congreve [1670-1729]