Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night
Has not as yet begun
To make a seizure on the light,
Or to seal up the sun.
No marigolds yet closed are,
No shadows great appear;
Nor doth the early shepherds' star
Shine like a spangle here.
Stay but till my Julia close
Her life-begetting eye;
And let the whole world then dispose
Itself to live or die.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- The Transfiguration
- To His Paternal Country
- The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee:
- To His Sweet Saviour
- The Bubble: A Song