Robert Herrick(1591–1674)
The Night Piece, to Julia
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee;8
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
No will-o'-the-wisp9 mislight thee;
Nor snake or slowworm 0 bite thee;adder
But on, on thy way,
Not making a stay,
Since ghost there's none to affright thee.
Let not the dark thee cumber;trouble
What though the moon does slumber
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light,
Like tapers clear without number.
Then, Julia, let me woo thee,
Thus, thus to come unto me;
And when I shall meet
Thy silvery feet,
My soul I'll pour into thee.