Up! Quit thy bower (Henry Rowley Bishop)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-09-24). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 666 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1864 Novello, Ewer & Co.
Original text and translations
Up! quit thy bower! late wears the hour,
Long have the rooks cawed round the tower;
O’er flower and tree loud hums the bee,
And wilding kid sports merrily.
The sun is bright, the sky is clear;
Shineth when good for-tune’s near.
Up, maiden fair! and braid thy hair,
And rouse thee in the breezy air!
The lulling stream that soothed thy dream
Is dancing in the sunny beam.
Waste not these hours, so fresh, so gay:
Leave thy soft couch and haste away!
Up! Time will tell the Friar’s bell
Its service-sound has chimèd well;
The aged crone keeps house alone,
The reapers to the fields are gone.
Lose not these hours, so cool, so gay:
Lo! while thou sleep’st they haste away!