The Vision.

Sitting alone, as one forsook,     Close by a silver-shedding brook,     With hands held up to love, I wept;     And after sorrows spent I slept:     Then in a vision I did see     A glorious form appear to me:     A virgin's face she had; her dress     Was like a sprightly Spartaness.     A silver bow, with green silk strung,     Down from her comely shoulders hung:     And as she stood, the wanton air     Dangled the ringlets of her hair.     Her legs were such Diana shows     When, tucked up, she a-hunting goes;     With buskins shortened to descry     The happy dawning of her thigh:     Which when I saw, I made access     To kiss that tempting nakedness:     But she forbade me with a wand     Of myrtle she had in her hand:     And, chiding me, said: Hence, remove,     Herrick, thou art too coarse to love.