MARIE, arise, my indolent sweet saint! Long since the skylark sang his morning stave, Long since the nightingale, love's gentle slave, Carolled upon the thorn his love-complaint. Arise! come see the tender grass besprent With dew-pearls, and your rose with blossoms brave. Come see the dainty pinks to which you gave Last eve their water with a care so quaint. Last eve you swore and pledged your shining eyes Sooner than I this morning you would rise, But dawn's soft beauty-sleep, with sweet disguising, Still gently seals those eyes -- that now I kiss And now again -- and now this breast, and this, A hundred times, to teach you early rising! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS TO - (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AVIENUS: TO HIS FRIENDS by RUFUS FESTUS AVIENUS A WINTER DAY by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE SLEEP NOT, DREAM NOT by EMILY JANE BRONTE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 89 by BLISS CARMAN ODE TO MISS HOYLAND: MISS HOYLAND IS COY by THOMAS CHATTERTON |