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 iíthíbud,
Yet lost ere that chaste flesh and blood
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 shell,
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 among,
But die you must (fair maid) ere long,
As he, the maker of this song.
Robert Herrick | Classic Poems

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