Awake thee, my Bessy, the morning is fair, The breath of young roses is fresh on the air, The sun has long glanced over mountain and lake, Then awake from thy slumbers, my Bessy, awake. Oh come whilst the flowers are still wet with the dew, I'll gather the fairest, my Bessy, for you. The lark poureth forth his sweet strain for thy sake, Then awake from thy slumbers, my Bessy, awake. The hare from her soft bed of heather hath gone, The coote to the water already hath flown There is life on the mountain and joy on the lake, Then awake from thy slumbers, my Bessy, awake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY MYRTLE [MIRTLE] by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE TO TRANQUILLITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON ECHO by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS AFFINITIES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE WRITTEN IN VISTORS' BOOK AT THE BIRTHPLACE OF ROBERT BURNS by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE THE DIVINE MISSION by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: SONG (2) by THOMAS CAMPION |