A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

139. A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS

     You are a Tulip seen to-day,
     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 i'th' bud,
     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 wither'd, ere you can be set
     Within the virgins coronet.

     You are the Queen all flowers among;
     But die you must, fair maid, ere long,
     As he, the maker of this song.