TO A BED OF TULIPS. 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. Source: Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I. Alfred Pollard, ed. London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 231.
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