Author Robert Herrick Tumble me down, and I will sit Upon my ruins, smiling yet; Tear me to tatters, yet I'll be Patient in my necessity. Laugh at my scraps of clothes, and shun Me, as a feared infection; Yet scarecrow-like I'll walk, as one Neglecting thy derision. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments