by Robert Herrick

       NOT all thy flushing suns are set,
                           Herrick, as yet ;
       Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere
       Frown and look sullen ev'rywhere.
Days may conclude in nights, and suns may rest
             As dead within the west ;
Yet, the next morn, regild the fragrant east.

       Alas ! for me, that I have lost
                           E'en all almost ;
       Sunk is my sight, set is my sun,
       And all the loom of life undone :
The staff, the elm, the prop, the shelt'ring wall
             Whereon my vine did crawl,
Now, now blown down ; needs must the old stock fall.

       Yet, Porter, while thou keep'st alive,
                           In death I thrive :
       And like a phoenix re-aspire
       From out my nard and fun'ral fire ;
And as I prune my feathered youth, so I
             Do mar'l how I could die
When I had thee, my chief preserver, by.

       I'm up, I'm up, and bless that hand
                           Which makes me stand
       Now as I do, and but for thee
       I must confess I could not be.
The debt is paid ; for he who doth resign
             Thanks to the gen'rous vine
Invites fresh grapes to fill his press with wine.

Mar'l, marvel.
  Van Dyck.  Sir Endymion Porter and the Artist. 1632-41. [det.]
Van Dyck. Sir Endymion Porter and the Artist.
1632-41. [det.]

* “The friend and patron of poets
   and artists, Porter was a protégé
   of Charles I's favourite, the Duke
   of Buckingham. He was instru-
   mental in bringing Van Dyck to
   England and the King admired
   him 'for his general learning,
   brave stile, sweet temper, great
   experience, travels and modern
—National Portrait Gallery.

Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 87.

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