Poem by Robert Herrick

To Carnations: a Song

Stay while ye will, or go,
And leave no scent behind ye:
Yet trust me, I shall know
The place where I may find ye.

Within my Lucia's cheek,
(Whose livery ye wear)
Play ye at hide or seek,
I'm sure to find ye there.

1. To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
2. The Apron of Flowers
3. To Daisies, Not to Shut so Soon
4. To Violets
5. To Pansies

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