The Argument Of His Book
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes. I write of youth, of love, and have access By these to sing of cleanly wantonness. I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris. I sing of Time's trans-shifting; and I write How roses first came red, and lilies white. I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The court of Mab, and of the fairy king. I write of Hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.
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"I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Herrick delivers a powerful performance in "The Argument Of His Book"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...