TO A GENTLEWOMAN OBJECTING TO HIM
HIS GRAY HAIRS.
by Robert Herrick
AM I despised because you say,
And I dare swear, that I am gray ?
Know, lady, you have but your day :
And time will come when you shall wear
Such frost and snow upon your hair ;
And when (though long, it comes to pass)
You question with your looking-glass ;
And in that sincere crystal seek,
But find no rose-bud in your cheek :
Nor any bed to give the show
Where such a rare carnation grew.
Ah ! then too late, close in your chamber keeping,
It will be told
That you are old,
By those true tears you’re weeping.
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 75-76.
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