Why do ye weep, sweet babes? can tears <br />Speak grief in you, <br />Who were but born <br />just as the modest morn <br />Teem'd her refreshing dew? <br />Alas, you have not known that shower <br />That mars a flower, <br />Nor felt th' unkind <br />Breath of a blasting wind, <br />Nor are ye worn with years; <br />Or warp'd as we, <br />Who think it strange to see, <br />Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young, <br />To speak by tears, before ye have a tongue. <br /> <br />Speak, whimp'ring younglings, and make known <br />The reason why <br />Ye droop and weep; <br />Is it for want of sleep, <br />Or childish lullaby? <br />Or that ye have not seen as yet <br />The violet? <br />Or brought a kiss <br />From that Sweet-heart, to this? <br />--No, no, this sorrow shown <br />By your tears shed, <br />Would have this lecture read, <br />That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, <br />Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-primroses-filled-with-morning-dew/
