The Night-Piece, to Julia
by Robert Herrick

Her eyes the glowworm lend thee;
The shooting stars attend thee;

And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
 Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

No will-o'-the-wisp mislight thee,
Nor snake or slowworm bit thee;
But on, on thy way
Not making a stay,
 Since ghosts there's none to affright thee.

Let not the dark thee cumber;
What though the moon does slumber?
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light,
 Like tapers clear withough number.

Then, Julia, let me woo thee,
Thus, thus to come unto me;
 And when I shall meet
Thy silv'ry feet,
 My soul I'll pour into thee.

|~Back~|~Next~|~Back to Index~|~Back to Main~