Why, Madam, will ye longer weep,
Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep?
And, pretty child, feels now no more
Those pains it lately felt before.
All now is silent; groans are fled;
Your child lies still, yet is not dead,
But rather like a flower hid here,
To spring again another year.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- Upon Roses
- To Music, To Becalm His Fever
- Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, Under The Name Ofamarillis
- The Beggar To Mab, The Fairy Queen
- The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Ofpearls