Clear are her eyes,
Like purest skies;
Discovering from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.
The Bedman, Or Gravemaker.
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
A Hymn To Love
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
To A Gentlewoman On Just Dealing.
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
His Loss
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry