Robert Herrick (Ðîáåðò Ãåððèê (Õåððèê))

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. A Hymn To Venus And Cupid
2. The Rosary
3. Neutrality Loathsome
4. Up Scoble
5. On A Perfumed Lady

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