Nature
To Springs and Fountains.
From Hesperides (1648)
Nature
I Heard ye co'd coole heat; and came
With hope you would allay the same:
Thrice I have washt, but feel no cold,
Nor find that true, which was foretold.
Me thinks like mine, your pulses beat;
And labour with unequall heat:
Cure, cure your selves, for I discrie,
Ye boil with Love, as well as I.
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Herrick, Robert. “To Springs and Fountains.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/415/.
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Herrick, Robert. “To Springs and Fountains.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/415/.
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