Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now strength and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
O primroses! let this day be
A resurrection unto ye;
And to all flowers ally'd in blood,
Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood:
For health on Julia's cheek hath shed
Claret and cream commingled;
And those her lips do now appear
As beams of coral, but more clear.
Upon Julia's Recovery
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: purple, strength, head, sweet, health, clear, cream, violet, Valentine's Day, resurrection, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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