Poem by Robert Herrick

To Sapho

Sapho, I will chuse to go
Where the northern winds do blow
Endless ice, and endless snow;
Rather than I once would see
But a winter's face in thee,—
To benumb my hopes and me.

1. His Teares to Thamasis
2. To Robin Red-Breast
3. To Groves
4. To Dianeme (I could but see thee yesterday)
5. Shakespeare

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