Immortal clothing I put on
So soon as, Julia, I am gone
To mine eternal mansion.
Thou, thou art here, to human sight
Clothed all with incorrupted light;
--But yet how more admir'dly bright
Wilt thou appear, when thou art set
In thy refulgent thronelet,
That shin'st thus in thy counterfeit!
More verses by Robert Herrick
- To His Paternal Country
- The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee:
- To His Sweet Saviour
- The Bubble: A Song
- Good Precepts, Or Counsel