Love
To Anthea.
From Hesperides (1648)
Love
SIck is Anthea, sickly is the spring,
The Primrose sick, and sickly every thing:
The while my deer Anthea do's but droop,
The Tulips, Lillies, Daffadills do stoop;
But when again sh'as got her healthfull houre,
Each bending then, will rise a proper flower.
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Herrick, Robert. “To Anthea.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1063/.
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Herrick, Robert. “To Anthea.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1063/.
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