A
Ring Presented to Julia
by Robert Herrick
Julia, I bring |
To thee this ring, |
Made for thy finger fit ; |
To show by this |
That our love is |
(Or should be) like to it.
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Close though it be, |
The joint is free ; |
So when Love’s yoke is on, |
It must not gall, |
Or fret at all |
With hard oppression.
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But it must play |
Still either way, |
And be, too, such a yoke |
As not too wide |
To overslide, |
Or be so strait to choke.
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So we who bear |
This beam must rear |
Ourselves to such a height |
As that the stay |
Of either may |
Create the burden light.
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And as this round |
Is nowhere found |
To flaw, or else to sever : |
So let our love |
As endless prove, |
And pure as gold for ever.
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Robert Herrick |
Classic Poems |
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[ To The Virgins ] [ To Daffodils ] [ A Meditation for his Mistress ] [ Upon his Departure Hence ] [ A Ring Presented to Julia ] [ Upon Julia's Clothes ] [ Upon Julia's Voice ] |
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