Love and Time

Sister awake! Close not your eyes,
  The day her light discloses,
And the bright morning doth arise,
  Out of her bed of roses.

See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,
  In at our window peeping;
Lo! how he blusheth to espy
  Us idle wenches, sleeping!

Therefore awake! make Haste, I say,
  And let us, without staying,
All in our gowns of green so gay
  Into the park a-maying!

Ah! how sweet it is to love;
how gay is young desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove,
When first we feel a lover's fire;
Pains of love are sweeter far,
Than all other pleasures are.