COMFORT TO A LADY UPON THE DEATH OF
HER HUSBAND.

by Robert Herrick

DRY your sweet cheek, long drown'd with sorrow's rain,
Since, clouds dispers'd, suns gild the air again.
Seas chafe and fret, and beat, and overboil,
But turn soon after calm as balm or oil.
Winds have their time to rage ; but when they cease
The leafy trees nod in a still-born peace.
Your storm is over ;  lady, now appear
Like to the peeping springtime of the year.
Off then with grave clothes :  put fresh colours on,
And flow and flame in your vermilion.
Upon your cheek sat icicles awhile :
Now let the rose reign like a queen, and smile.



Source:
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 131.


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