Her Bed Poem by Robert Herrick

Her Bed

Rating: 2.9


See'st thou that cloud as silver clear,
Plump, soft, and swelling every where?
'Tis Julia's bed, and she sleeps there.

Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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M Asim Nehal 12 January 2017

I liked it, short yet profound.

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Robert Herrick

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