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Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick

To Violets

Welcome, maids of honour,
You do bring
In the Spring;
And wait upon her.
 
She has virgins many,
Fresh and fair;
Yet you are
More sweet than any.
 
You’re the maiden posies;
And so graced,
To be placed
‘Fore damask roses.
 
—Yet, though thus respected,
By and by
Ye do lie,
Poor girls, neglected.

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