Poem by Robert Herrick

To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)

Anthea, I am going hence
With some small stock of innocence;
But yet those blessed gates I see
Withstanding entrance unto me;
To pray for me do thou begin;—
The porter then will let me in.

1. The Apron of Flowers
2. To Carnations: a Song
3. To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
4. To Violets
5. To Daisies, Not to Shut so Soon

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