A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

90. UPON JULIA'S RECOVERY

     Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
     Ye roses almost withered;
     Now strength, and newer purple get,
     Each here declining violet.
     O primroses!  let this day be
     A resurrection unto ye;
     And to all flowers allied in blood,
     Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood.
     For health on Julia's cheek hath shed
     Claret and cream commingled;
     And those, her lips, do now appear
     As beams of coral, but more clear.