Sister, awake! close not your eyes, <br /> The day her light discloses; <br /> And the bright morning doth arise <br /> Out of her bed of roses. <br /> <br /> See the clear sun, the world's bright eye, <br /> In at our window peeping; <br /> Lo, how he blusheth to espy <br /> Us idle wenches sleeping! <br /> <br /> Therefore awake, make haste I say, <br /> And let us without staying <br /> All in our gowns of green so gay <br /> Into the park a maying.<br /><br />Thomas Bateson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sister-awake-close-not-your-eyes/
