by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)

Comfort to a Youth that had lost his...
Language: English 
Available translation(s): GER
What needs complaints,
When she a place
Has with the race
	Of saints?

In endless mirth
She thinks not on
What 's said or done
	In Earth.

She sees no tears,
Or any tone
Of thy deep groan
	She hears:

Nor does she mind
Or think on 't now
That ever thou
	Wast kind;

But changed above,
She likes not there,
As she did here,
	Thy love.

Forbear therefore,
And lull asleep
Thy woes, and weep
	No more.


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 78