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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.

The Mad Maid’s Song

Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

GOOD-MORROW to the day so fair,

Good-morrow, sir, to you;

Good-morrow to mine own torn hair

Bedabbled with the dew.

Good-morrow to this primrose too,

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!

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

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.

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);

With bands of cowslips bind him,

And bring him home; but ’tis decreed

That I shall never find him.