Busie old foole, unruly Sunne, Why dost thou thus, Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
Why it works
These opening lines exemplify the aubade's characteristic direct address to the dawn itself — Donne apostrophizes the sun as an intrusive "Busie old foole" whose light is forcing the lovers to reckon with daybreak — and the anger at the encroaching light captures the form's defining emotional posture of resentment at the parting the morning demands.