Sister, Awake! Close Not Your Eyes

Sister, awake! close not your eyes,
  The day her light discloses;
  And the bright morning doth arise
  Out of her bed of roses.
  See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,
  In at our window peeping;
  Lo, how he blusheth to espy
  Us idle wenches sleeping!
  Therefore awake, make haste I say,
 And let us without staying
 All in our gowns of green so gay
 Into the park a maying.