Thomas Bateson (1570-1630 / England)
Sister, Awake! Close not Your Eyes
Sister, awake! close not your eyes,
The day her light discloses;
And the bright morning doth arise
Out of her bed of roses.
See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,
In at our window peeping;
Lo, how he blusheth to espy
Us idle wenches sleeping!
Therefore awake, make haste I say,
And let us without staying
All in our gowns of green so gay
Into the park a maying.
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