Marie, Arise, My Young Lazy One, Poem by Pierre de Ronsard

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection Second Book of LovesThemes LovePeriod 16th century

Marie, arise, my young lazy one:
The gay lark has already warbled in the sky,
And already the nightingale softly warbled,
Sitting on the thorn, its amorous complaint.

Up! get up! let us go see the pearly grass,
And your beautiful rose tree crowned with buds,
And your pretty carnations to which you had given,
Yesterday evening, water, with such a careful hand.

Last night as you went to bed you swore by your eyes
To be awake this morning earlier than I:
But the sleep of Dawn, gracious to girls,

Still holds your eyes sealed in a sweet sleep.
Come! come! let me kiss them and your beautiful breast,
A hundred times, to teach you to get up early.

Pierre de Ronsard

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