Conjuration To Electra, A
by: Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)
By those soft tods of wool
With which the air is full;
By all those tinctures there,
That paint the hemisphere;
By dews and drizzling rain
That swell the golden grain;
By all those sweets that be
I' the flowery nunnery;
By silent nights, and the
Three forms of Hecate;
By all aspects that bless
The sober sorceress,
While juice she strains, and pith
To make her philters with;
By time that hastens on
Things to perfection;
And by yourself, the best
Conjurement of the rest:
O my Electra! be
In love with none but me.
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Delight In Disorder
To Anthea
To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time
To His Mistress
Night Piece To Julia, The
Rock Of Rubbies: And The Quarrie Of Pearls, The
To Electra
To Julia
To Daisies, Not To Shut So Soon
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