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ClassicsRobert Herrick
Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask me why I send to you This primrose, thus bepearl’d with dew? I will whisper to your ears:— The sweets of love are mix’d with tears. Ask me why this flower does show So yellow-green, and sickly too? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending (yet it doth not break)? I will answer:—These discover What fainting hopes are in a lover.
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The Primrose
Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask me why I send to you This primrose, thus bepearl’d with dew? I will whisper to your ears:— The sweets of love are mix’d with tears. Ask me why this flower does show So yellow-green, and sickly too? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending (yet it doth not break)? I will answer:—These discover What fainting hopes are in a lover.
Classics
Robert Herrick
1591 - 1674/English