Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

To The Water-Nymphs Drinking At Thefountain - Poem by Robert Herrick

Reach with your whiter hands to me
Some crystal of the spring;
And I about the cup shall see
Fresh lilies flourishing.

Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this--
To th' glass your lips incline;
And I shall see by that one kiss
The water turn'd to wine.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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