The little red lark

Oh swan of slenderness,

Dove of tenderness,

Jewel of joys, arise!

The little red lark,

Like a rosy spark

Of song to his sunburst flies.

But till thou art risen

Earth is a prison

Full of my lonesome sighs;

Then awake and discover

To thy fond lover

The morn of thy matchless eyes.

The dawn is dark to me.

Hark! o hark to me,

Pulse of my heart, I pray!

And out of thy hiding

With blushes gliding

Dazzle me with thy day.

Ah, then, once more to thee

Flying I'll pour to thee

Passion so sweet and gay.

The lark shall listen,

And dewdrops glisten,

Laughing on every spray.