Sister, Awake! Close not Your Eyes

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.