The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.
But O as to embrace me she enclin'd I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.john milton
But O! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.john milton
Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Morn, wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.john milton