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

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