Benjamin Cooke - Hark, hark the lark - текст песни (слова)

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!