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Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east,
Above an hour since; yet you not drest,

Nay! not so much as out of bed ?
When all the birds have matins said,
And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin,

Nay, profanation, to keep in,-
Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,
Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.

Rise ; and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth, like the Spring-time, fresh and green,

And sweet as Flora. Take no care
For jewels for your gown, or hair :
Fear not; the leaves will strew

Gems in abundance upon you :
Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,
Against you come, some orient pearls unwept:

Come, and receive them while the light
Hangs on the dew-locks of the night :
And Titan on the eastern hill

Retires himself, or else stands still
Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying :
Few beads are best, when once we go a Maying.

Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark
How each field turns a street ; each street a park

Made green, and trimm'd with trees : see how
Devotion gives each house a bough
Or branch : each porch, each door, ere this,

An ark, a tabernacle is
Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove;
As if here were those cooler shades of love.

Can such delights be in the street,
And open fields, and we not see't ?
Come, we'll abroad : and let's obey

The proclamation made for May:
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying ;
But, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

There's not a budding boy, or girl, this day,
But is got up, and gone to bring in May.

A deal of youth, ere this, is come
Back, and with white-thorn laden home.
Some have dispatch'd their cakes and cream,

Before that we have left to dream :
And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth,
And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth :

Many a green gown has been given ;
Many a kiss, both odd and even :
Many a glance, too, has been sent

From out the eye, love's firmament :
Many a jest told of the keys betraying
This night, and locks pick'd :-yet we're not a Maying.
-Come, let us go, while we are in our prime ;
And take the harmless folly of the time !

We shall grow old apace, and die
Before we know our liberty.
Our life is short ; and our days run

As fast away as does the sun :-
And as a vapour, or a drop of rain
Once lost, can ne'er be found again :

So when or you or I are made
A fable, song, or fleeting shade;
All love, all liking, all delight

Lies drown’d with us in endless night.
-Then while time serves, and we are but decaying,
Come, my Corinna ! come, let's go a Maying.

THE ROCK OF RUBIES.

Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew :

And nothing I did say,
But with my finger pointed to

The lips of Julia.
Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where :

Then spoke I to my girl,
To part her lips, and shew me there

The quarrelets of Pearl.

CANDLEMAS EVE.

Down with the rosemary and bays,

Down with the misletoe ;
Instead of holly, now up-raise

The greener box, for show.
The holly hitherto did sway ;

Let box now domineer,
Until the dancing Easter-day,

Or Easter's eve appear.
Then youthful box, which now hath grace

Your houses to renew,
Grown old, surrender must his place

Unto the crisped yew.
When yew is out, then birch comes in,

And many flowers beside,
Both of a fresh and fragrant kin,

To honour Whitsuntide.
Green rushes then, and sweetest bents,

With cooler oaken boughs,
Come in for comely ornaments,

To re-adorn the house.
Thus times do shift; each thing his turn does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.

THE NIGHT PIECE.

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;

And the elves also,

Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
No Will-o’th’-Wisp mis-light thee,
Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;

But on, on thy way,

Not making a stay,
Since ghost there's none to affright thee.

Let not the dark thee cumber;
What though the moon does slumber?

The stars of the night

Will lend thee their light,
Like tapers clear, without number.
Then, Julia, let me woo thee,
Thus, thus to come unto me;

And when I shall meet

Thy silvery feet,
My soul i'll- pour into thee.

TO THE VIRGINS.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may :

Old Time is still a-flying ; And this same flower that smiles to-day,

To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,

The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best, which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times, still succeed the former. -Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry ;
For having lost but once your prime,

You may for ever tarry.

TO BLOSSOMS.

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,

Why do ye fall so fast?

Your date is not so past,
But you may stay yet here a-while,
To blush and gently smile ;

And go at last.

What, were ye born to be

An hour or half's delight ;

And so to bid good-night?
'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth,
Merely to show your worth,

And lose you quite.
But you are lovely leaves, where we

May read how soon things have

Their end, though ne'er so brave :
And after they have shown their pride,
Like you, a-while,—they glide

Into the grave.

TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW. Why do ye weep, sweet babes ? can tears

Speak grief in you,

Who were but born
Just as the modest morn

Teem'd her refreshing dew?
Alas, you have not known that shower

That mars a flower,

Nor felt th' unkind
Breath of a blasting wind,
Nor are ye worn with years ;

Or warp'd as we,
Who think it strange to see,
Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young,
To speak by tears, before ye have a tongue.
Speak, whimp'ring younglings, and make known

The reason why

Ye droop and weep;
Is it for want of sleep,

Or childish lullaby?
Or that ye have not seen as yet

The violet ?

Or brought a kiss
From that Sweet-heart, to this ?
-No, no, this sorrow shown

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