Author Robert Herrick Now thou art dead, no eye shall ever see, For shape and service, Spaniell like to thee. This shall my love doe, give thy sad death one Teare, that deserves of me a million. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems 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