HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED.
by Robert Herrick


MY soul would one day go and seek
For roses, and in Julia's cheek
A richesse of those sweets she found,
As in another Rosamond.
But gathering roses as she was,
Not knowing what would come to pass,
It chanc'd a ringlet of her hair
Caught my poor soul, as in a snare :
Which ever since has been in thrall ;
Yet freedom, she enjoys withal.


Richesse, wealth.

Source:
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol II.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 101.
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