“Sister, awake! close not your eyes,The day her light discloses;And the bright morning doth ariseOut of her bed of roses.See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,In at our window peeping;Lo, how he blusheth to espyUs idle wenches sleeping!Therefore awake, make haste I say,And let us without stayingAll in our gowns of green so gayInto the park a maying.”Thomas Bateson Sister, awake! close not your eyes