Shepherds, rise, and shake off sleep - <br />See the blushing morn doth peep <br />Through your windows, while the sun <br />To the mountain-tops has run, <br />Gilding all the vales below <br />With his rising flames, which grow <br />Brighter with his climbing still - <br />Up! ye lazy swains! and fill <br />Bag and bottle for the field; <br />Clasp your cloaks fast, lest they yield <br />To the bitter north-east wind; <br />Call the maidens up, and find <br />Who lies longest, that she may <br />Be chidden for untimed delay. <br />Feed your faithful dogs, and pray <br />Heaven to keep you from decay; <br />So unfold, and then away.<br /><br />Beaumont and Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unfolding-the-flocks/
