Dew sate on Julia's hair,
And spangled too,
Like leaves that laden are
With trembling dew;
Or glitter'd to my sight,
As when the beams
Have their reflected light
Danced by the streams.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- Upon Julia's Unlacing Herself
- To The Western Wind
- To The Willow-Tree
- To The Water-Nymphs Drinking At Thefountain
- An Epitaph Upon A Child