Robert Herrick Poems
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.
Upon Julia's Recovery
Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now strength, and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
O primroses! let this day be
A resurrection unto ye;
And to all flowers allied in blood,
Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood.
For health on Julia's cheek hath shed