UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES
WHENAS in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free ;
O how that glittering taketh me
Robert Herrick
Painting by Huygens
1 comment:
Delicious.
One of my earliest memories is of the play of sunlight against weathered white cotton.
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