Not all thy flushing suns are set,
Herrick, as yet ;
Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere
Frown and look sullen ev’rywhere.
Days may conclude in nights, and suns may rest
As dead within the west ;
Yet, the next morn, regild the fragrant east.
Alas ! for me, that I have lost
E’en all almost ;
Sunk is my sight, set is my sun,
And all the loom of life undone :
The staff, the elm, the prop, the shelt’ring wall
Whereon my vine did crawl,
Now, now blown down ; needs must the old stock fall.
Yet, Porter, while thou keep’st alive,
In death I thrive :
And like a phoenix re-aspire
From out my nard and fun’ral fire ;
And as I prune my feathered youth, so I
Do mar’l how I could die
When I had thee, my chief preserver, by.
I’m up, I’m up, and bless that hand
Which makes me stand
Now as I do, and but for thee
I must confess I could not be.
The debt is paid ; for he who doth resign
Thanks to the gen’rous vine
Invites fresh grapes to fill his press with wine.
(Robert Herrick)
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