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:
genius tend to over analyzed things but for a simple man with simple mind this could be just early morning when sun is barely rising; horses drinks on spring; wake-up my lady-rise and shine.
No words to say about Shakespeare.
speachless......just speachless.....hats off to shakespeare
Everybody seems to have found a great deal of information about this poem via Google, the only thing I have to add is a small thing. But a rather tidy thing. The first line says: Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, and the last line says: My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise! He calls his lady to arise. Bird are often described as arising into the sky on their wings.. So he is calling her to arise like the lark to Heaven's gate. I love it when poetry is rounded off this way.
You couldn't PAY a human to read that poem? I read it better sitting on the bowl. How awful. Imagine a young student coming to this and for the first time hears this poem - - READ LIKE THAT! DISGRACEFUL.
Hark, hark - the Lark All time great, great Shakespeare!
Oh! For a creative genius!
Great poet's great creativity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Duke Ellington admired Shakespeare, saying about: he must've spent a lot of time on the street corner.