CORINNA’S GOING A-MAYING (poem text) - HERRICH ROBBERT
CORINNA’S GOING A-MAYING -HERRICH ROBBERT Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fir 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 bowed 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 thankfull hymns, ‘tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, Whereas a thousand virigins 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, ...