THE CURSE. A SONG.
by Robert Herrick
GO, perjured man ; and if thou e'er return
To see the small remainders in my urn,
When thou shalt laugh at my religious dust,
And ask : where's now the colour, form and trust
Of woman's beauty ? and with hand more rude
Rifle the flowers which the virgins strewed :
Know I have prayed to fury that some wind
May blow my ashes up, and strike thee blind.
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 59.
Created by Anniina Jokinen on February 29, 2000.