Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
Corinnas going a-MayingRobert Herrick (15911674)
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Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
See how Aurora throws her fair
Fresh-quilted colors through the air;
Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Each flower has wept, and bow’d toward the east,
Above an hour since, yet you not drest,
Nay! not so much as out of bed;
When all the birds have matins said,
And sung their thankful hymns; ’tis sin,
Nay, profanation to keep in,
When as a thousand virgins on this day
Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
To come forth, like the spring-time fresh and green,
And sweet as Flora. Take no care
For jewels for your gowne or haire;
Feare not, the leaves will strew
Gems in abundance upon you;
Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,
Against you come, some orient pearls unwept.
Come, and receive them while the light
Hangs on the dew-locks of the night;
And Titan on the eastern hill
Retires himself, or else stands still
Till you come forth. Wash, dresse, be briefe in praying;
Few beads are best, when once we go a-Maying.
How each field turns a street, each street a park
Made green, and trimm’d with trees; see how
Devotion gives each house a bough,
Or branch; each porch, each doore, ere this,
An ark, a tabernacle is,
Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove;
As if here were those cooler shades of love.
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;
But, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.