Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Her Bed - Poem by Robert Herrick

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

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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