Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

UPON THE LOSSE OF HIS FINGER by ROBERT HERRICK

Poet Analysis

First Line: ONE OF THE FIVE STRAIGHT BRANCHES OF MY HAND
Last Line: FIRST DYES THE LEAFE, THE BOUGH NEXT, NEXT THE TREE.
Subject(s): FINGERS;
One of the five straight branches of my hand
Is lopt already; and the rest but stand
Expecting when to fall: which soon will be;
First dyes the Leafe, the Bough next, next the Tree.



Home: PoetryExplorer.net