A dawn-light, gentle first, then waxing full,
upon their tent-skin’s surface gan to fall,
and new-met shine from drowse the pair could pull.
Now each in other’s arms, like lords in hall,
secured against all cares that might befall,
they slowly lazing slipped from languid sleep,
in lovers’ lock still held, with limbs aheap.

(As always, draft material.)

If they're going to deliver an aubade, they have to wake up first!