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. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. Love, What It Is
3. Casualties
4. Upon Man
5. Felicity Quick of Flight

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