A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick






196. TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW

     Why do ye weep, sweet babes?  can tears
     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.

     Speak, whimp'ring younglings, and make known
     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.

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