HIS GRANGE, OR PRIVATE WEALTH.|
by Robert Herrick
To tell how night draws hence, I've none,
I have to sing how day draws on.
A maid, my Prew, by good luck sent
That little Fates me gave or lent.
I keep, which creeking day by day,
She goes her long white egg to lay.
I have, which, with a jealous ear
Her tongue, to tell that danger's near.
I keep (tame) with my morsels fed,
An orphan left him (lately dead).
I keep that plays about my house,
With eating many a miching mouse.
A Tracy* I do keep whereby
The more my rural privacy ;
But toys to give my heart some ease ;
None is, slight things do lightly please.
My Prew, Prudence Baldwin.
* His spaniel. (Note in the original edition.)
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol II.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 55-56.
Created by Anniina Jokinen on July 11, 1999.