Song - The birds do sing

The birds do sing, day doth appear,

Arise, arise my only dear,

Greet this faire morn with thy fair eyes

Where far more love, and brightness lies.

All this long night no sleep, nor rest

My love-commanded soul possessed,

But watchfully the time did mark

To see those stars rise in the dark.

Arise then now, and let those lights

Take Pheobus' place as their due rights,

For when they do together shine

The greater light is still held thine.

Then with those eyes enrich thy love

From whose dear beams my joy doth move,

Shine with delight on my sad heart;

And grace the prize won by their dart.