Now one and all, you Roses,
Wake up, you lie too long!
This very morning closes
The Nightingale his song;
Each from its olive chamber
His babies every one
This very morning clamber
Into the shining sun.
You Slug-a-beds and Simples,
Why will you so delay!
Dears, doff your olive wimples,
And listen while you may.
A Wood Song
Ralph Hodgson
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Poem topics: song, sun, long, listen, delay, shining, morning, olive, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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