Classic Poem

1 Sister, awake! close not your eyes,
2 The day her light discloses;
3 And the bright morning doth arise
4 Out of her bed of roses.

5 See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,
6 In at our window peeping;
7 Lo, how he blusheth to espy
8 Us idle wenches sleeping!

9 Therefore awake, make haste I say,
10 And let us without staying
11 All in our gowns of green so gay
12 Into the park a maying.