Poetry Tuesday: Whenas in Silks my Julia Goes

Today’s poem is short and sweet, included because of my huge love for one line. . . guess which one.
Take it away, Robert Herrick:

Whenas in silks my Julia goes
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O, how that glittering taketh me!



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