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. His Teares to Thamasis
2. Shakespeare
3. Mrs Eliz: Wheeler, under the Name of the Lost Shepherdess
4. The Hag
5. Upon Julia's Ribbon

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