A Meditation for his Mistress
by Robert Herrick
|You are a tulip seen today,
|But (dearest) of so short a stay
|That where you grew scarce man can say.
|You are a lovely July-flower
|Yet one rude wind or ruffling shower
|Will force you hence, and in an hour.
|You are a sparkling rose
|Yet lost ere that chaste flesh and
|Can show where you or grew or stood.
|You are a full-spread, fair-set vine,
|And can with tendrils love entwine,
|Yet dried ere you distil your wine.
|You are like balm enclosed (well)
|In amber, or some crystal
|Yet lost ere you transfuse your smell.
|You are a dainty violet,
|Yet witheríd ere you can be set
|Within a virginís coronet.
|You are the queen all flowers
|But die you must (fair maid) ere long,
|As he, the maker of this song.
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