Now one and all, you Roses, <br />Wake up, you lie too long! <br />This very morning closes <br />The Nightingale his song; <br /> <br />Each from its olive chamber <br />His babies every one <br />This very morning clamber <br />Into the shining sun. <br /> <br />You Slug-a-beds and Simples, <br />Why will you so delay! <br />Dears, doff your olive wimples, <br />And listen while you may.<br /><br />Ralph Hodgson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wood-song/
