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 Apron of Flowers
2. To Carnations: a Song
3. To Violets
4. To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
5. To Daisies, Not to Shut so Soon

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