Poem by Robert Herrick

Her Bed

See'st thou that cloud as silver clear,
Plump, soft, and swelling every where?
'Tis Julia's bed, and she sleeps there.

1. His Last Request to Julia
2. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)
3. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls
4. To Sapho
5. Posting to Printing (Epigram)

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