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. I Call and I Call
2. Upon the Detracter
3. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
4. Love, What It Is
5. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman

Print

1747 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version