by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)

Thou art to all lost love the best
Language: English 
Thou art to all lost love the best,
   The only true plant found,
Where-with young men and maids distrest,
   And left of love, are crown'd.

When once the lover's rose is dead,
   Or laid aside forlorn:
Then willow garlands 'bout the head
   Bedew'd with tears are worn.
	
When with neglect, the lover's bane,
   Poor maids rewarded be
For their love lost, their only gain
   Is but a wreath from thee.

And underneath thy cooling shade,
   When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth and lovesick maid
   Come to weep out the night.

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This text was added to the website: 2006-01-17
Line count: 16
Word count: 92