Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

The Maypole - Poem by Robert Herrick

The May-pole is up,
Now give me the cup;
I'll drink to the garlands around it;
But first unto those
Whose hands did compose
The glory of flowers that crown'd it.

A health to my girls,
Whose husbands may earls
Or lords be, granting my wishes,
And when that ye wed
To the bridal bed,
Then multiply all, like to fishes.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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