To Dianeme
1591-1674
SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes
Which starlike sparkle in their skies;
Nor be you proud that you can see
All hearts your captives, yours yet free;
Be you not proud of that rich hair
Which wantons with the love-sick air;
Whenas that ruby which you wear,
Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
Will last to be a precious stone
When all your world of beauty's gone.
DayPoems Poem No. 264
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/264.html">To Dianeme by Robert Herrick</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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