FROM early fire wending
The smoke is ascending,
And with the clouds blending,
Awake, awake!
From green covert creeping
Wild creatures are peeping,
Fy! sloth of dull sleeping
Forsake, forsake!
The cocks are a-crowing,
The kine are a-lowing,
The milk-pail is flowing
Awake, awake
The dew-drops are gleaming,
And bright eyes are beaming,
The mist of pale dreaming
Forsake, forsake!
Now maidens are bracing,
And bodices lacing,
The slender form gracing,
Awake, awake!
On slippered toe stealing,
Thy fair face revealing,
The curtain’s dark sheeling
Forsake, forsake.
(Joanna Baillie)
More Poetry from Joanna Baillie:
- Mac Duff's Cross (Joanna Baillie Poems)
- A Summer Day (Joanna Baillie Poems)
- A Winter Day (Joanna Baillie Poems)
- Evening (Joanna Baillie Poems)
- Fragment Of A Poem (Joanna Baillie Poems)
- Night Scenes Of Other Times (Joanna Baillie Poems)