Poem by Robert Herrick

To the Water-Nymphs Drinking at the Fountain

Reach with your whiter hands to me
Some crystal of the spring;
And I about the cup shall see
Fresh lilies flourishing.

Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this—
To th' glass your lips incline;
And I shall see by that one kiss
The water turn'd to wine.

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

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