Treasure Island

Ralph Hodgson

(9 September 1871 – 3 November 1962)

A Wood Song


Now one and all, you Roses,
Wake up, you lie too long!
This very morning closes
The Nightingale his song;

Each from its olive chamber
His babies every one
This very morning clamber
Into the shining sun.

You Slug-a-beds and Simples,
Why will you so delay!
Dears, doff your olive wimples,
And listen while you may.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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