Jeg mærker det ved høilys Dag,
Og mangen eensom Nat,
Min Ungdoms Haab, de gyldne Haab,
De har mig snart forladt,
Men dog, saa tidt jeg troer beklemt,
Der svandt det sidste hen,
Da stiger atter et forglemt
Uventet op igjen.

Og daglig mærker jeg, hvor haardt
Mit Hjerte sig bedrog,
Og at der er varmt, og at det fuldt,
Men saa forgjæves slog.
Men — daarer mig et yndigt Smiil
Bag Rødmens fine Slør,
Saa sværmer jeg i gammel Stiil,
Og holder Stand som før.


About Robert Herrick


Clergyman and poet, Robert Herrick was born in London, the seventh child of Nicholas Herrick, a wealthy goldsmith. In November 1592, two days after making a will, his father killed himself by jumping from the fourth-floor window of his house. However, the Queen's Almoner did not confiscate the Herrick estate for the crown as was usually the case with suicides. There is no record of Herrick attending school. In 1607 he was apprenticed to his uncle Sir William Herrick as a goldsmith. 'A Country Life: To his Brother M. Tho. Herrick' (1610) is Herrick's earliest known poem, and deals with... Read more...

Poet of the day

Enid Derham was an Australian poet and academic.

Life

Derham was born in Hawthorn, Melbourne, Victoria, the eldest daughter of Thomas Plumley Derham, solicitor, and his wife Ellen Hyde, née Hodgson, of Melbourne. Derham was educated at Hessle College, Camberwell, then at Presbyterian Ladies' College and the University of Melbourne....
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Poem of the day


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It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness—
I'm so accustomed to my Fate—
Perhaps the Other—Peace—

Would interrupt the Dark—
And crowd the little Room—
Too scant—by Cubits—to contain
The Sacrament—of Him—

I am not used to Hope—
It might intrude upon— Read more...