A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick






125. A CONJURATION: TO ELECTRA

     By those soft tods of wool,
     With which the air is full;
     By all those tinctures there
     That paint the hemisphere;
     By dews and drizzling rain,
     That swell the golden grain;
     By all those sweets that be
     I'th' flowery nunnery;
     By silent nights, and the
     Three forms of Hecate;
     By all aspects that bless
     The sober sorceress,
     While juice she strains, and pith
     To make her philtres with;
     By Time, that hastens on
     Things to perfection;
     And by your self, the best
     Conjurement of the rest;
     —O, my Electra!  be
     In love with none but me.

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