I'm sick of love, O let me lie
Under your shades to sleep or die!
Either is welcome, so I have
Or here my bed, or here my grave.
Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep
Time with the tears that I do weep?
Say, have ye sense, or do you prove
What crucifixions are in love?
I know ye do, and that's the why
You sigh for love as well as I.
To Sycamores
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: I love you, sick, sleep, time, sense, grave, prove, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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