Poem of Wednesday: The Lark Now Leaves His Watery Nest

THE LARK NOW LEAVES HIS WATERY NEST

The lark now leaves his watery nest,

     And climbing shakes his dewy wings;

  He takes your window for the East,

     And to implore your light, he sings:

  Awake, awake! the morn will never rise

  Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.

  The merchant bows unto the seaman's star,

     The ploughman from the sun his season takes;

  But still the lover wonders what they are

      Who look for day before his mistress wakes:

  Awake, awake! break through your veils of lawn;

  Then draw your curtains, and begin the dawn

Sir William Davenant