Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

How His Soul Came Ensnared

My soul would one day go and seek
For roses, and in Julia's cheek
A richess of those sweets she found,
As in another Rosamond;
But gathering roses as she was,
Not knowing what would come to pass,
it chanced a ringlet of her hair
Caught my poor soul, as in a snare;
Which ever since has been in thrall;
--Yet freedom she enjoys withal. 

1. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
3. Love, What It Is
4. Upon the Detracter
5. Casualties

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