Robert Herrick

To Meadows

YE have been fresh and green,
    Ye have been fill'd with flowers,
And ye the walks have been
    Where maids have spent their hours.

You have beheld how they
    With wicker arks did come
To kiss and bear away
    The richer cowslips home.

You've heard them sweetly sing,
    And seen them in a round:
Each virgin like a spring,
    With honeysuckles crown'd.

But now we see none here
    Whose silv'ry feet did tread
And with dishevell'd hair
    Adorn'd this smoother mead.

Like unthrifts, having spent
    Your stock and needy grown,
You're left here to lament
    Your poor estates, alone.

About the poet
Robert Herrick
By the same poet
To the Virgins, to make much of Time
Corinna's going a-Maying
To the Western Wind
To Electra
To Violets
To Daffodils
To Blossoms
The Primrose
The Funeral Rites of the Rose
A Meditation for his Mistress
Delight in Disorder
Upon Julia's Clothes
The Bracelet: To Julia
To Daisies, not to shut so soon
The Night-piece: To Julia
To Music, to becalm his Fever
To Dianeme
To Œnone
To Anthea, who may command him Anything
To the Willow-tree
The Mad Maid's Song
Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love
A Child's Grace
Epitaph upon a Child that died (i)
Epitaph upon a Child that died (ii)
His Winding-sheet
Litany to the Holy Spirit
Related books
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