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<< A Brilliant Poem by : Robert Herrick >>

A Pastoral Sung to the King by Robert Herrick

Mon. BAD are the times. Sil. And worse than they are we.
Mon. Troth, bad are both ; worse fruit, and ill the tree :
The feast of shepherds fail. Sil. None crowns the cup
Of wassail now or sets the quintell up ;
And he who us'd to lead the country-round,
Youthful Mirtillo, here he comes, grief-drown'd.
Ambo. Let's cheer him up. Sil. Behold him weeping-ripe.
Mir. Ah ! Amaryllis, farewell mirth and pipe ;
Since thou art gone, no more I mean to play
To these smooth lawns my mirthful roundelay.
Dear Amaryllis ! Mon. Hark! Sil. Mark! Mir.
This earth grew sweet
Where, Amaryllis, thou didst set thy feet.
Ambo. Poor pitied youth ! Mir. And here the
breath of kine
And sheep grew more sweet by that breath of thine.
This flock of wool and this rich lock of hair,
This ball of cowslips, these she gave me here.
Sil. Words sweet as love itself. Montano, hark !
Mir. This way she came, and this way too she went ;
How each thing smells divinely redolent !
Like to a field of beans when newly blown,
Or like a meadow being lately mown.
Mon. A sweet-sad passion—
Mir. In dewy mornings when she came this way
Sweet bents would bow to give my love the day ;
And when at night she folded had her sheep,
Daisies would shut, and, closing, sigh and weep.
Besides (Ah me !) since she went hence to dwell,
The voices' daughter ne'er spake syllable.
But she is gone. Sil. Mirtillo, tell us whether.
Mir. Where she and I shall never meet together.
Mon. Forfend it Pan, and, Pales, do thou please
To give an end. Mir. To what ? Sil. Such griefs as these.
Mir. Never, O never ! Still I may endure
The wound I suffer, never find a cure.
Mon. Love for thy sake will bring her to these hills
And dales again. Mir. No, I will languish still ;
And all the while my part shall be to weep,
And with my sighs, call home my bleating sheep :
And in the rind of every comely tree
I'll carve thy name, and in that name kiss thee.
Mon. Set with the sun thy woes. Sil. The day grows old,
And time it is our full-fed flocks to fold.
Chor. The shades grow great, but greater grows
our sorrow ;
But let's go steep
Our eyes in sleep,
And meet to weep
To-morrow.

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