Robert Herrick Poems
|282.||Four Things Make Us Happy Here||12/31/2002|
|283.||A Child's Grace||1/4/2003|
|284.||No Fault In Women||12/31/2002|
|285.||Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast||1/13/2003|
|286.||Delight In Disorder||12/31/2002|
|287.||A Hymn To Love||12/31/2002|
|288.||To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time||12/31/2002|
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Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Until the hasting day
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's ...
Pray And Prosper
First offer incense; then, thy field and meads
Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads.
The spangling dew dredged o'er the grass shall be
Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee.
Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil,
Shall run as rivers all throughout thy soil.
Would'st thou to sincere silver turn thy mould?
--Pray once, twice pray; and turn thy ground to gold.