Classic Poem

A WAKE , m'amie!
The dawn is up, and like a red flower blows;
The gray-beard sea
Smooths all his wrinkles out, and laughs and glows.
Bloom, then, for these and me,
Sweet rose;
Awake, m'amie!

Arise, m'amie!
The field-flowers smile on all their butterflies;
The humble bee
A wandering minstrel sings, the cricket cries;
Smile, then, on these and me,
Dear eyes;
Arise, m'amie!

Make haste, m'amie!
The rude day comes full gallop. Let us taste
With flower and bee
The joy of youth and morning; O make haste!
No time have these or we
To waste;
Make haste, m'amie!