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Upon Julia's Clothes
(1591-1674 / London / England)

Upon Julia's Clothes

Poem By Robert Herrick

Whenas inn 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 !

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I have always loved this short poem. Surely these six lines are among the most sensual in the English language? Michael Greening
The last word 'me' is missing! 'O how that glittering taketh me'