Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

How Springs Came First - Poem by Robert Herrick

These springs were maidens once that loved,
But lost to that they most approved:
My story tells, by Love they were
Turn'd to these springs which we see here:
The pretty whimpering that they make,
When of the banks their leave they take,
Tells ye but this, they are the same,
In nothing changed but in their name.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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