POEM OF THE MONTH

Upon Julia's Clothes

When as in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, me thinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration, each way free,
O, how that glittering taketh me!

--Robert Herricks

Return to Poem of the Month

Go to next poem

Go back to Home Page