Love in a shower of blossoms came
Down, and half drown'd me with the same;
The blooms that fell were white and red;
But with such sweets commingled,
As whether (this) I cannot tell,
My sight was pleased more, or my smell;
But true it was, as I roll'd there,
Without a thought of hurt or fear,
Love turn'd himself into a bee,
And with his javelin wounded me;—-
From which mishap this use I make;
Where most sweets are, there lies a snake;
Kisses and favours are sweet things;
But those have thorns, and these have stings.
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I read this piece twice not that I didn't grasp the meaning of it I just wanted to feel the emotion of it and the metaphors within it in a more explicit manner.
I could compare this somewhat, or the 'bee' part in the piece, somewhat to Cupid shooting his arrow and the outcomes that entails, but I feel it really isn't necessary in the end.
I like the title, it sets a particular mood, yet when you get to the end the mood doesn't exactly vanquish it just seems more vivid and saddened in the end.
A great piece that Herrick has written here, I am not too much into some of his work but I like this piece that he's written here.
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