The Coronet–Andrew Marvell
Published On Monday, January 25, 2010. Under: 1600s, Marvell, Andrew.
When for the thorns with which I long, too long,
With many a piercing wound,
My Saviour's head have crowned,
I seek with garlands to redress that wrong,—
Through every garden, every mead,
I gather flowers (my fruits are only flowers),
Dismantling all the fragrant towers
That once adorned my shepherdess's head ...
