The Shower Of Blossoms

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Title:     The Shower Of Blossoms
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

Love in a shower of blossoms came
Down, and half drown'd me with the same;
The blooms that fell were white and red;
But with such sweets commingled,
As whether (this) I cannot tell,
My sight was pleased more, or my smell;
But true it was, as I roll'd there,
Without a thought of hurt or fear,
Love turn'd himself into a bee,
And with his javelin wounded me;---
From which mishap this use I make;
Where most sweets are, there lies a snake;
Kisses and favours are sweet things;
But those have thorns, and these have stings.

[The end]
(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: Shower Of Blossoms

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