Serenade
Awake thee, my Lady-love!
Wake thee, and rise!
The sun through the bower peeps
Into thine eyes!
Behold how the early lark
Springs from the corn!
Hark, hark how the flower-bird
Winds her wee horn!
The swallow's glad shriek is heard
All through the air!
The stock-dove is murmuring
Loud as she dare!
Then wake thee, my Lady-love!
Bird of my bower!
The sweetest and sleepiest
Bird at this hour.
Wake thee, and rise!
The sun through the bower peeps
Into thine eyes!
Behold how the early lark
Springs from the corn!
Hark, hark how the flower-bird
Winds her wee horn!
The swallow's glad shriek is heard
All through the air!
The stock-dove is murmuring
Loud as she dare!
Then wake thee, my Lady-love!
Bird of my bower!
The sweetest and sleepiest
Bird at this hour.
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