Fair pledges of a fruitful
tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past
But you may stay yet here a
while
To blush and gently smile,
And go at last.
What! were ye born to be
An hour or half’s delight,
And so to bid goodnight?
‘Tis pity Nature brought ye
forth
Merely to show your worth
And lose you quite.
But you are lovely leaves,
where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne’er so
brave;
And after they have shown
their pride
Like you a while, they glide
Into the grave.
[1] Robert Herrick was born in Cheapside,
London, in 1591, the seventh child of Nicholas Herrick, a prosperous goldsmith.
In November 1592, two days after making a will, his father killed himself by
jumping from the fourth-floor window of his house. The Queen’s Almoner had to
be paid a £220 fee for not to confiscate the Herrick estate for the crown as
was usually the case with suicides. There is no record of Herrick attending
school, although it is possible he attended Westminster School. In 1607 he
became apprenticed to his uncle Sir William Herrick as a goldsmith.
See the posting in this blog "To Master Robert Herrick: Upon His Death" for a poem by Lionel Johnson written in honor of Herrick.
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