A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

209. TO THE WATER-NYMPHS DRINKING AT THE FOUNTAIN

     Reach with your whiter hands to me
     Some crystal of the spring;
     And I about the cup shall see
     Fresh lilies flourishing.

     Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this—
     To th' glass your lips incline;
     And I shall see by that one kiss
     The water turn'd to wine.