Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

A Meditation For His Mistress

Poem by Robert Herrick

You are a Tulip seen to-day,
But, Dearest, of so short a stay,
That where you grew, scarce man can say.

You are a lovely July-flower;
Yet one rude wind, or ruffling shower,
Will force you hence, and in an hour.

You are a sparkling Rose i'th' bud,
Yet lost, ere that chaste flesh and blood
Can show where you or grew or stood.

You are a full-spread fair-set Vine,
And can with tendrils love entwine;
Yet dried, ere you distil your wine.

You are like Balm, enclosed well
In amber, or some crystal shell;
Yet lost ere you transfuse your smell.

You are a dainty Violet;
Yet wither'd, ere you can be set
Within the virgins coronet.

You are the Queen all flowers among;
But die you must, fair maid, ere long,
As he, the maker of this song.

Comments about A Meditation For His Mistress by Robert Herrick

  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (12/30/2016 3:22:00 PM)

    A love letter with reminders of death.... methinks he isn't too pleased with his mistress(Report)Reply

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  • Tugce Turk (4/20/2006 6:45:00 AM)

    flowers play a very importent role in the poem(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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