TO THE LADY CREW, UPON THE DEATH OF|
by Robert Herrick
WHY, madam, will ye longer weep,
Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep ?
And (pretty child) feels now no more
Those pains it lately felt before.
All now is silent ; groans are fled :
Your child lies still, yet is not dead ;
But rather like a flower hid here
To spring again another year.
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 237.
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