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up, get up for shame, the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
 * See how Aurora throws her fair
 * Fresh-quilted colours through the air:
 * Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
 * The dew bespangling herb and tree.

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

Whereas 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.