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 ...
His Sailing From Julia
When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery desolation;
Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray,
That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora.
Those deities which circum-walk the seas,
And look upon our dreadful passages,
Will from all dangers re-deliver me,
For one drink-offering poured out by thee,
Mercy and Truth live with thee! and forbear,