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...CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING by ISAAC WATTS WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN |