A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

184. I CALL AND I CALL

     I call, I call:  who do ye call?
     The maids to catch this cowslip ball!
     But since these cowslips fading be,
     Troth, leave the flowers, and maids, take me!
     Yet, if that neither you will do,
     Speak but the word, and I'll take you,