Classic Poem

RISE , Lady Mistress, rise!
— The night hath tedious been;
No sleep hath fallen into mine eyes
— Nor slumbers made me sin.
Is not she a saint then, say,
Thoughts of whom keep sin away?

Rise, Madam! rise and give me light,
— Whom darkness still will cover,
And ignorance, darker than night,
— Till thou smile on thy lover.
All want day till thy beauty rise;
For the gray morn breaks from thine eyes.