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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“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
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