HARK! HARK! THE LARK.

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Florence Holbrook
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,
 And Phoebus ’gins arise,
 His steeds to water at those springs
 On chaliced flowers that lies;
 And winking Mary-buds begin
 To ope their golden eyes;
 With everything that pretty bin
 My lady sweet, arise!
 Arise, arise!
—William Shakespeare.

Diana, crowned with a crescent moon, in her chariot and carrying bow and arrows
Correggio (1494-1534).
The Moon Goddess.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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