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Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли)


Wake, Lady!


Up! quit thy bower! late wears the hour,
Long have the rooks cawed round the tower;
O'er flower and tree loud hums the bee,
And the wild kid sports merrily.
The sun is bright, the sky is clear:
Wake, lady, wake! and hasten here.

Up! maiden fair, and bind thy hair,
And rouse thee in the breezy air!
The lulling stream that soothed thy dream
Is dancing in the sunny beam.
Waste not these hours, so fresh and gay;
Leave thy soft couch, and haste away!

Up! Time will tell the morning bell
Its service-sound has chimed well;
The aged crone keeps house alone,
The reapers to the fields are gone.
Lose not these hours, so cool and gay:
Lo! while thou sleep'st they haste away! 



Joanna Baillie's other poems:
  1. Verses Written In February, 1827
  2. Lines To A Parrot
  3. Stanzas, Suggested By A Canzone Of Petrarch
  4. On Reading Walter Scot’s
  5. Devotional Song For A Negro Child


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