Up! quit thy bower, late wears the hour; Long have the rooks caw'd round thy tower; On flower and tree, loud hums the bee; The wilding kid sports merrily: A day so bright, so fresh, so clear, Shineth when good fortune's near. Up! Lady fair, and braid thy hair, And rouze thee in the breezy air; The lulling stream, that sooth'd thy dream, Is dancing in the sunny beam; And hours so sweet, so bright, so gay, Will waft good fortune on its way. Up! time will tell; the friar's bell Its service-sound hath chimed well; The aged crone keeps house alone, And reapers to the fields are gone; The active day so boon and bright, May bring good fortune ere the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND DEATH by SARA TEASDALE BABY MAY by WILLIAM COX BENNETT ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS MY ANGUISH by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 46. AL-WASI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD SONG, BY -- by JAMES HAY BEATTIE TO MARY; FROM THE NOVEL OF MARY DE CLIFFORD by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |