Robert Herrick: The Curse. A Song.

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.

Source:
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 59.

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