Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

I Call and I Call

I call, I call:  who do ye call?
The maids to catch this cowslip ball!
But since these cowslips fading be,
Troth, leave the flowers, and maids, take me!
Yet, if that neither you will do,
Speak but the word, and I'll take you.

1. Upon Julia's Voice
2. Men Mind No State in Sickness
3. Christs Words on the Crosse: “My God, My God”
4. Life Is the Body's Light
5. The Bell-Man (Along the dark and silent night)

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