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��ROBERT HERRICK
But changed above, She likes not there, As she did here, Thy love.
Forbear therefore, And ]ull asleep Thy woes, and weep No more.
278 To Meadows
'E have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers, And ye the walks have been
Where maids have spent their hours.
You have beheld how they With wicker arkb did come
To kiss and bear away
The richer cowblip^ home.
YouVe heard them sweetly bing, And seen them in a round.
Each virgin like a spring, With honeysuckles crown'd.
But now we see none here Whose silv'iy feet did tread
And with dishevelPd hair
Adorn 'd this smoother mead.
Like unthrifts, having spent Your stock and needy grown,
You're left here to lament Your poor estates, alone.
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