Poem by Robert Herrick

Her Bed

See'st thou that cloud as silver clear,
Plump, soft, and swelling every where?
'Tis Julia's bed, and she sleeps there.

1. To Carnations: a Song
2. The Changes: to Corinna
3. The Apron of Flowers
4. The Lily in a Crystal
5. The Bag of the Bee

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