On the 24 th day of the Blog
chatter’s #WRITEAPAGEADAY, Here is a poem with love as the major theme.
Poet: Robert Herrick
Poem: COMFORT TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE
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.
Robert Herrick was
born in 1591 in London, the seventh child of Nicholas Herrick, a wealthy
goldsmith who was a Clergyman and poet. Robert Herrick worked initially for his uncle as an apprentice
goldsmith in London before attending Cambridge. In 1623, he was ordained as a
priest and acted as chaplain to the Duke of Buckingham on the expedition to La
Rochelle. In 1629 he was appointed to the living of Dean Prior in Devon by
Charles I, but was ejected in 1647 under the Commonwealth for refusing the
Solemn League and Covenant. He was restored to the living in 1662 after the
Restoration of the monarchy, having lived in the meantime in Westminster.
Herrick wrote
some 2,500 poems, publishing his major collection, Hesperides, in 1648, which contains about half of them. His poetry
shows considerable diversity of form, with imitations of the Roman poets Horace
and Catallus, epistles, epigrams, love poetry, and folk songs, many of which
were later set to music.
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