Robert Herrick

To the Willow-tree

THOU art to all lost love the best,
    The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest,
    And left of love, are crown'd.

When once the lover's rose is dead,
    Or laid aside forlorn:
Then willow-garlands 'bout the head
    Bedew'd with tears are worn.

When with neglect, the lovers' bane,
    Poor maids rewarded be
For their love lost, their only gain
    Is but a wreath from thee.

And underneath thy cooling shade,
    When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth and love-sick maid
    Come to weep out the night.

About the poet
Robert Herrick
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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
The Mad Maid's Song
Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love
To Meadows
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
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