Lyric Poem · Childhood
To the Lady Crewe, Upon the Death of Her Child
Why, Madam, will ye longer weep,
Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep?
And, pretty child, feels now no more
Those pains it lately felt before.
All now is silent; groans are fled;
Your child lies still, yet is not dead,
But rather like a flower hid here,
To spring again another year.
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“To the Lady Crewe, Upon the Death of Her Child” by Robert Herrick — quilloak.com/poems/to-the-lady-crewe-upon-the-death-of-her-child
Quick facts
- Poem
- To the Lady Crewe, Upon the Death of Her Child
- Poet
- Robert Herrick
- Length
- 8 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem, Short Poems
- Themes
- Childhood, Death & Loss, Nature, Short
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- Shape
- 8 lines · 2 quatrains
- Line length
- Consistent with long metre. Four eight-syllable lines (8.8.8.8), the hymn stanza's longer cousin.
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- Author record
- Robert Herrick1591–1674
- Source record
- PoetryDBTo the Lady Crewe, Upon the Death of Her Child by robert-herrick, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
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- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 252a1d7f3abb990c…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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