SHEPHERDS, rise! and shake off sleep, See the blushing moon doth peep Through your windows, while the sun To the mountain tops has run. Up! up! ye lazy swains, Clasp your cloaks fast, lest they yield To the bitter north-east wind. Feed your faithful dogs and pray Heaven to keep you from decay, So unfold, and then away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG |