Author Robert Herrick Alas I can't, for tell me how Can I be gamesome (aged now) Besides ye see me daily grow Here Winter-like, to Frost and Snow. And I ere long, my Girles, shall see, Ye quake for cold to looke on me. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments