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To Sycamores

by Robert Herrick, 1648

I’m sick of love, O let me lie
Under your shades to sleep or die!
Either is welcome, so I have
Or here my bed, or here my grave.
Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep
Time with the tears that I do weep?
Say, have ye sense, or do you prove
What crucifixions are in love?
I know ye do, and that’s the why
You sigh for love as well as I.

Published in Hesperides
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