The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/To Anthea (If, dear Anthea, my hard fate it be)

by Robert Herrick

For works with similar titles, see To Anthea.

22. TO ANTHEA.

If, dear Anthea, my hard fate it be
To live some few sad hours after thee,
Thy sacred corse with odours I will burn,
And with my laurel crown thy golden urn.
Then holding up there such religious things
As were, time past, thy holy filletings,
Near to thy reverend pitcher I will fall
Down dead for grief, and end my woes withal:
So three in one small plat of ground shall lie—
Anthea, Herrick, and his poetry.