‘Get up, sweet Slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herb and tree.’

‘… 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’

~  lines from the poem ‘Corinna’s Going a-Maying’, Robert Herrick, Hesperides