I. <br /> <br />Nine of the clock, oh! <br />Wake my lazy head! <br />Your shoes of red morocco, <br />Your silk bed-gown: <br />Rouse, rouse, speck-eyed Mary <br />In your high bed! <br />A yawn, a smile, sleepy-starey, <br />Mary climbs down. <br />'Good-morning to my brothers, <br />Good-day to the Sun, <br />Halloo, halloo to the lily-white sheep <br />That up the mountain run.' <br /> <br />II. <br /> <br />Good-night to the meadow, farewell to the nine o'clock Sun, <br />'He loves me not, loves me, he loves me not' (O jealous one!) <br />'He loves me, he loves me not, loves me'--O soft nights of June, <br />A bird sang for love on the cherry-bough: up swam the Moon.<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nine-o-clock/
