A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

205. UPON MRS ELIZ. WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF AMARILLIS

     Sweet Amarillis, by a spring's
     Soft and soul-melting murmurings,
     Slept; and thus sleeping, thither flew
     A Robin-red-breast; who at view,
     Not seeing her at all to stir,
     Brought leaves and moss to cover her:
     But while he, perking, there did pry
     About the arch of either eye,
     The lid began to let out day,—
     At which poor Robin flew away;
     And seeing her not dead, but all disleaved,
     He chirpt for joy, to see himself deceived.