Robert Herrick Poems
|281.||Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses||12/31/2002|
|282.||Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast||1/13/2003|
|286.||What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have||12/31/2002|
|287.||When He Would Have His Verses Read||12/31/2002|
|288.||Why Flowers Change Colour||12/31/2002|
|289.||Wlt Punished Prospers Most||12/31/2002|
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Until the hasting day
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's ...
Love, What It Is
Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.