Comfort To A Youth That Had Lost His Love

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Title:     Comfort To A Youth That Had Lost His Love
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

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.

[The end]
(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: Comfort To A Youth That Had Lost His Love

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