Droop, droop no more, or hang the head, <br />Ye roses almost withered; <br />Now strength, and newer purple get, <br />Each here declining violet. <br />O primroses! let this day be <br />A resurrection unto ye; <br />And to all flowers allied in blood, <br />Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood. <br />For health on Julia's cheek hath shed <br />Claret and cream commingled; <br />And those, her lips, do now appear <br />As beams of coral, but more clear.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-julia-s-recovery/
