by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)
Dearest of thousands, now the time draws neare See original
Language: English
Dearest of thousands, now the time draws neere, That with my lines my life must full-stop here; Cut off thy haires, and let thy teares be shed Over my turfe, when I am buried. Then for effusions, let none wanting be, Or other rites that doe belong to me; As love shall helpe thee, when thou do'st go hence Unto thine everlasting residence.
Composition:
- Set to music by Lennox Randal Francis Berkeley, Sir (1903 - 1989), "Dearest of thousands, now the time draws neare", op. 89 no. 2 (1973-4), rev. 1976 [ voice and piano ], from Five Herrick Poems, no. 2
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), "His charge to Julia at his death"
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