... weep My pains asleep ; And give me such reposes That I, poor I, May think thereby I live and die 'Mongst roses. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers. Melt, melt my...
Hesperides: or, The works both humane and divine of Robert Herrick - Page 126
by Robert Herrick, Samuel Weller Singer - 1846
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