Get up, sweet-Slug-a-bed, let's go a-Maying! Mayday

 

Robert Herrick, from Corinna's going a Maying:


Get up, get up for shame, the Blooming Morne

Upon her wings presents the god unshorne.

                       See how Aurora throwes her faire

                       Fresh-quilted colours through the aire:

                       Get up, sweet-Slug-a-bed, and see

                       The Dew-bespangling Herbe and Tree...

Rise; and put on your Foliage, and be seene

To come forth, like the Spring-time, fresh and greene...

Complete poem (Poetry Foundation)