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Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see That brave vibration, each way free, Oh, how that glittering taketh me! Robert Herrick Related Articles: We Play at Paste What If I Say When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be When We Two Parted Who Ever Felt as I Wild Nights--Wild Nights! Wind and Window Flower Wondrous Moment  To our knowledge this poem is in the public domain. If you believe we have infringed any copyright laws please contact us and the offending material will be removed immediately.  The poetry on this site is for entertainment purposes only. See Full Disclaimer for more information. |
