Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden
Robert Herrick (15911674)To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
W
Speak grief in you,
Who were but born
Just as the modest morn
Teem’d her refreshing dew?
Alas, you have not known that shower
That mars a flower,
Nor felt th’ unkind
Breath of a blasting wind,
Nor are ye worn with years;
Or warp’d as we,
Who think it strange to see,
Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young,
To speak by tears, before ye have a tongue.
The reason why
Ye droop and weep;
Is it for want of sleep,
Or childish lullaby?
Or that ye have not seen as yet
The violet?
Or brought a kiss
From that Sweet-heart, to this?
—No, no, this sorrow shown
By your tears shed,
Would have this lecture read,
That things of greatest, so of meanest worth,
Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth.