Poem by Robert Herrick

His Sailing from Julia

When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery desolation;
Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray,
That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora.
Those deities which circum-walk the seas,
And look upon our dreadful passages,
Will from all dangers re-deliver me,
For one drink-offering poured out by thee,
Mercy and Truth live with thee!  and forbear,
In my short absence, to unsluice a tear;
But yet for love's-sake, let thy lips do this,—
Give my dead picture one engendering kiss;
Work that to life, and let me ever dwell
In thy remembrance, Julia.  So farewell.

1. To My Ill Reader
2. Kisses Loathsome
3. To Julia in the Temple
4. The Bracelet to Julia
5. To Be Merry

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