Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden

Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

To Anthea, II

NOW is the time when all the lights wax dim;

And thou, Anthea, must withdraw from him

Who was thy servant: Dearest, bury me

Under that holy-oak, or gospel-tree;

Where, though thou see’st not, thou may’st think upon

Me, when thou yearly go’st procession;

Or, for mine honour, lay me in that tomb

In which thy sacred reliques shall have room;

For my embalming, Sweetest, there will be

No spices wanting, when I’m laid by thee.