Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

I Call And I Call - Poem by Robert Herrick

I call, I call: who do ye call?
The maids to catch this cowslip ball!
But since these cowslips fading be,
Troth, leave the flowers, and maids, take me!
Yet, if that neither you will do,
Speak but the word, and I'll take you,


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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