Robert Herrick – To Meadows [ Poem ]

August 24, 2012 — Leave a comment

 

To Meadows
Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick - To MeadowsYE have been fresh and green,
   Ye have been fill’d with flowers,
And ye the walks have been
   Where maids have spent their hours.

You have beheld how they
   With wicker arks did come
To kiss and bear away
   The richer cowslips home.

You’ve heard them sweetly sing,
   And seen them in a round :
Each virgin like a spring,
   With honeysuckles crown’d.

But now we see none here
   Whose silvery feet did tread,
And with dishevell’d hair
   Adorn’d this smoother mead.

Like unthrifts, having spent
   Your stock and needy grown,
You’re left here to lament
   Your poor estates, alone.

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