Here a solemn fast we keep,
While all beauty lies asleep;
Hush'd be all things, no noise here
But the toning of a tear;
Or a sigh of such as bring
Cowslips for her covering.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- Sweet Disorder
- A Conjuration: To Electra
- A Dialogue Betwixt Himself And Mistress Elizawheeler, Under The Name Of Amarillis
- A New Year's Gift,Sent To Sir Simeon Steward
- A Lyric To Mirth