Living
To his Booke.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
IF hap it must, that I must see thee lye
Absyrtus-like all torne confusedly:
With solemne tears, and with much grief of heart,
Ile recollect thee (weeping) part by part;
And having washt thee, close thee in a chest
With spice; that done, Ile leave thee to thy rest.
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “To his Booke.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/969/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “To his Booke.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/969/.
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