William Shakespeare (Уильям Шекспир)

Hark! Hark! The Lark

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise! 

1. The Church at Stratford
2. Dirge
3. How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been
4. Orpheus
5. Bridal Song

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