Living
To Sycamores.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
I'M siek of Love; O let me lie
Under your shades, to sleep or die!
Either is welcome; so I have
Or here my Bed, or here my Grave.
Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep
Time with the tears, that I do weep?
Say, have ye sence, or do you prove
What Crucifixions are in Love?
I know ye do; and that's the why,
You sigh for Love, as well as I.
Cite this poem
MLA
Herrick, Robert. “To Sycamores.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/422/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “To Sycamores.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/422/.
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