To Blossoms

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here awhile 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 good-night? ’T is 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 awhile, they glide Into the grave.

Collection: 
English
1611
Robert Herrick
Sub Title: 
V. Trees: Flowers: Plants

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