To Meadows
1591-1674
YE have been fresh and green,
Ye have been fill'd with flowers,
And ye the walks have been
Where maids have spent their hours.
You have beheld how they
With wicker arks did come
To kiss and bear away
The richer cowslips home.
You've heard them sweetly sing,
And seen them in a round:
Each virgin like a spring,
With honeysuckles crown'd.
But now we see none here
Whose silv'ry feet did tread
And with dishevell'd hair
Adorn'd this smoother mead.
Like unthrifts, having spent
Your stock and needy grown,
You're left here to lament
Your poor estates, alone.
DayPoems Poem No. 270
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/270.html">To Meadows by Robert Herrick</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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