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. Of Love
2. On Himself (Lost to the world; lost to myself)
3. Her Bed
4. Things Mortal Still Mutable (Epigram)
5. The Fairies

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