English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Dianeme (I could but see thee yesterday). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).

Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Dianeme (I could but see thee yesterday)

I could but see thee yesterday
Stung by a fretful bee;
And I the javelin suck'd away,
And heal'd the wound in thee.

A thousand thorns, and briars, and stings
I have in my poor breast;
Yet ne'er can see that salve which brings
My passions any rest.

As Love shall help me, I admire
How thou canst sit and smile
To see me bleed, and not desire
To staunch the blood the while.

If thou, composed of gentle mould,
Art so unkind to me;
What dismal stories will be told
Of those that cruel be!

Robert Herrick’s other poems:

1. A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks
2. Upon Julia’s Recovery
3. To His Mistress, Objecting to Him Neither Toying or Talking
4. The Present Time Best Pleaseth
5. The Definition of Beauty

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