Ah, Cruel Love! must I endure
Thy many scorns, and find no cure?
Say, are thy medicines made to be
Helps to all others but to me?
I'll leave thee, and to Pansies come:
Comforts you'll afford me some:
You can ease my heart, and do
What Love could ne'er be brought unto.
I am busy working to bring Robert Herrick's "To Pansies" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Robert Herrick's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "To Pansies" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.