To Electra

I DARE not ask a kiss,
I dare not beg a smile,
Lest having that, or this,
I might grow proud the while.

No, no, the utmost share
Of my desire shall be
Only to kiss that air
That lately kissèd thee.

More poems by Robert Herrick

To the Virgins

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day …
To the Virgins, to make much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day …
To the Willow-tree

Thou art to all lost love the best,
The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest, …
A venyige

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