Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, Under The Name Ofamarillis - Poem by Robert Herrick

Sweet Amarillis, by a spring's
Soft and soul-melting murmurings,
Slept; and thus sleeping, thither flew
A Robin-red-breast; who at view,
Not seeing her at all to stir,
Brought leaves and moss to cover her:
But while he, perking, there did pry
About the arch of either eye,
The lid began to let out day,--
At which poor Robin flew away;
And seeing her not dead, but all disleaved,
He chirpt for joy, to see himself deceived.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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