Poem by Robert Herrick

The Transfiguration

Immortal clothing I put on
So soon as, Julia, I am gone
To mine eternal mansion.

Thou, thou art here, to human sight
Clothed all with incorrupted light;
—But yet how more admir'dly bright

Wilt thou appear, when thou art set
In thy refulgent thronelet,
That shin'st thus in thy counterfeit!

1. Felicity Quick of Flight
2. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
3. Purposes
4. Upon Tears
5. On Himself (Live by thy Muse thou shalt, when others die)

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