Part 3 — A WOOD SONG
Reading edition
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.
Ralph Hodgson [1871-