Poem by Robert Herrick

His Mistress to Him at His Farewell

You may vow I'll not forget
To pay the debt
Which to thy memory stands as due
As faith can seal it you.
—Take then tribute of my tears;
So long as I have fears
To prompt me, I shall ever
Languish and look, but thy return see never.
Oh then to lessen my despair,
Print thy lips into the air,
So by this
Means, I may kiss thy kiss,
Whenas some kind
Wind
Shall hither waft it:—And, in lieu,
My lips shall send a thousand back to you.

1. To Carnations: a Song
2. The Changes: to Corinna
3. The Present; or, The Bag of the Bee
4. A Request to the Graces
5. The Apron of Flowers

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