UPON THE LOSSE OF HIS FINGER, by ROBERT HERRICKPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
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.