|  | JULIA'S PETTICOAT.
 by Robert Herrick
 
 
 
 | THY azure robe I did behold As airy as the leaves of gold,
 Which, erring here, and wandring there,
 Pleas'd with transgression ev'rywhere :
 Sometimes 'twould pant, and sigh, and heave,
 As if to stir it scarce had leave :
 But, having got it, thereupon
 'Twould make a brave expansion.
 And pounc'd with stars it showed to me
 Like a celestial canopy.
 Sometimes 'twould blaze, and then abate,
 Like to a flame grown moderate :
 Sometimes away 'twould wildly fling,
 Then to thy thighs so closely cling
 That some conceit did melt me down
 As lovers fall into a swoon :
 And all confus'd, I there did lie
 Drown'd in delights, but could not die.
 That leading cloud I follow'd still,
 Hoping t' have seen of it my fill ;
 But ah !  I could not : should it move
 To life eternal, I could love.
 
 
 |  |  Artemisia Gentileschi.
 The Inclination. ca. 1616.
 
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 Source:
 Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
 Alfred Pollard, ed.
 London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 80-81.
 
 
 
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