Saturday, June 11, 2011

Well, since yesterday's blog worked properly, I'm going to try a poem today and see if the line breaks show up where they are supposed to.

The Lark Now Leaves His Watery Nest

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.

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
1606 - 16668

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