Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

To The Lady Crewe, Upon The Death Of Her Child - Poem by Robert Herrick

Why, Madam, will ye longer weep,
Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep?
And, pretty child, feels now no more
Those pains it lately felt before.

All now is silent; groans are fled;
Your child lies still, yet is not dead,
But rather like a flower hid here,
To spring again another year.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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