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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

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