<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head"> A Wood Song</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now one and all, you Roses,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Wake up, you lie too long!</p><p class="line">This very morning closes</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The Nightingale his song;</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Each from its olive chamber</p><p class="line">His babies every one</p><p class="line">This very morning clamber</p><p class="line">Into the shining sun.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">You Slug-a-beds and Simples,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Why will you so delay!</p><p class="line">Dears, doff your olive wimples,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And listen while you may.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Reason has moons, but moons not hers,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Lie mirror'd on the sea,</p><p class="line">Confounding her astronomers.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">But, O! delighting me.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Babylon -- where I go dreaming</p><p class="line">When I weary of to-day,</p><p class="line">Weary of a world grown grey.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">God loves an idle rainbow,</p><p class="line">No less than labouring seas.</p></div></body></html> · Great War