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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Robert Herrick. 1591–1674

268. The Mad Maid’s Song

GOOD-MORROW to the day so fair, 
  Good-morning, sir, to you; 
Good-morrow to mine own torn hair 
  Bedabbled with the dew. 
 
Good-morning to this primrose too,         5
  Good-morrow to each maid 
That will with flowers the tomb bestrew 
  Wherein my love is laid. 
 
Ah! woe is me, woe, woe is me! 
  Alack and well-a-day!  10
For pity, sir, find out that bee 
  Which bore my love away. 
 
I’ll seek him in your bonnet brave, 
  I’ll seek him in your eyes; 
Nay, now I think they’ve made his grave  15
  I’ th’ bed of strawberries. 
 
I’ll seek him there; I know ere this 
  The cold, cold earth doth shake him; 
But I will go, or send a kiss 
  By you, sir, to awake him.  20
 
Pray hurt him not; though he be dead, 
  He knows well who do love him, 
And who with green turfs rear his head, 
  And who do rudely move him. 
 
He ‘s soft and tender (pray take heed);  25
  With bands of cowslips bind him, 
And bring him home—but ’tis decreed 
  That I shall never find him!