A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

95. HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED

     My soul would one day go and seek
     For roses, and in Julia's cheek
     A richess of those sweets she found,
     As in another Rosamond;
     But gathering roses as she was,
     Not knowing what would come to pass,
     it chanced a ringlet of her hair
     Caught my poor soul, as in a snare;
     Which ever since has been in thrall;
     —Yet freedom she enjoys withal.