The gates of the eastern sky were opening behind him; the aubade must have blown, and I had never heard it.

In the strictest sense of the term, an aubade is a song from a door or window to a sleeping woman.

I fondly remember Billy's Aubade theme and there we have it.

Waiting, perhaps, unconsciously, for the trumpet to blow its shrill aubade across the stars.

The aubade, which has also a refrain, is, as the name indicates, a waking or morning song at the dawning of the day.

Groups are formed which fund raise for the season of celebrations of youth called the aubade in August.

That noise had been the farmyard aubade in the Punjab in his dream.

From outposts of the dirty village, wild birds began to sing their lawless aubade.

The first song is called Aubade, which is a poem set at dawn with two lovers lying in bed wishing the sun wasn't coming up.

Some versions of the ballad include elements of an aubade, a poetic form in which lovers part after spending a night together.

The 'aubade' is tender and moving:

The writings of the troubadours are often associated with unrequited longing, but this is not entirely accurate (see aubade, for instance).

Happily, the fanfare of the Jovian Aubade rang from tower to tower.

They have pledged to be true, and constant, but all their vows are cheapened by this perfunctory aubade: it makes them seem like verbal foreplay.

La Perla, Aubade, and all the big names in silk and lace also have strong contingents.

Dernière aubade, Op.

The love poetry of the 16th century dealt mostly with unsatisfied love, so the aubade was not a major genre in Elizabethan lyric.

Reading "Aubade," the tiny poem that concludes Coyle's debut collection, is like witnessing a hole-in-one.

In French, the alba became the aubade, the pastorela the pastourelle, and the partimen the jeu parti.

Even though no significant poem of his had appeared since the great "Aubade" eight years previously, the possibility of one more slim volume didn't seem beyond imagining.

Angela Gheorghiu had moved onto the "Aubade" from Chérubin now, but its beauty was lost on Banks.

Snowblood: "Aubade"

Even so, Eva Larkin's presence is behind the energy of many of his finest poems, including "Aubade," which he published shortly before her death.

His late, powerful poem "Aubade" portrays private correspondence as consolation and healing: "Postmen like doctors go from house to house."

Larkin, at the end of "Aubade," has a vision, however faint, of life going determinedly on: Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.