“Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of Light. Edward FitzGerald
“For May wol have no slogardie anyght. The sesoun priketh every gentil herte, And maketh hym out of his slep to sterte. Geoffrey Chaucer
“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. William Shakespeare
“Wake! For the Sun who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light. Edward FitzGerald