ROBERT HERRICK
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy decree: Or bid it languish quite away,
And 't shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep
While I have eyes to see: And, having none, yet will I keep
A heart to weep for thec.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair
Under that cypress-tree* Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en death to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me" And hast command of every part
To live and die for thee.
��275 To the Willow-tree
KHOU art to all lost love the bebt, The only true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids distrcst, And left of love, are crown'd.
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��When once the lover's rose is dead,
Or laid aside forlorn* Then willow-garlands 'bout the head
Bedew'd with tears are worn.
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