To A Bed Of Tulips.

A poem by Robert Herrick

Bright tulips, we do know
You had your coming hither,
And fading-time does show
That ye must quickly wither.

Your sisterhoods may stay,
And smile here for your hour;
But die ye must away,
Even as the meanest flower.

Come, virgins, then, and see
Your frailties, and bemoan ye;
For, lost like these, 'twill be
As time had never known ye.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'To A Bed Of Tulips.' by Robert Herrick

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy