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Robert Herrick - To GrovesRobert Herrick - To Groves
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Ye silent shades, whose each tree here Some relique of a saint doth wear; Who for some sweet-heart`s sake, did prove The fire and martyrdom of Love:— Here is the legend of those saints That died for love, and their complaints; Their wounded hearts, and names we find Encarved upon the leaves and rind. Give way, give way to me, who come Scorch`d with the self-same martyrdom! And have deserved as much, Love knows, As to be canonized `mongst those Whose deeds and deaths here written are Within your Greeny-kalendar. —By all those virgins` fillets hung Upon!  your boughs, and requiems sung For saints and souls departed hence, Here honour`d still with frankincense; By all those tears that have been shed, As a drink-offering to the dead; By all those true-love knots, that be With mottoes carved on every tree; By sweet Saint Phillis!  pity me; By dear Saint Iphis!  and the rest Of all those other saints now blest, Me, me forsaken,—here admit Among your myrtles to be writ; That my poor name may have the glory To live remember`d in your story.
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