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The lark now leaves his watery nest,
And climbing, shakes his dewy wings;
He takes this 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.
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entire poem
Sir William Davenant's lovely lines linger and delight on cozy
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and your home.
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