Living
To Biancha.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
AH Biancha! now I see,
It is Noone and past with me:
In a while it will strike one;
Then Biancha, I am gone.
Some effusions let me have,
Offer'd on my holy Grave;
Then, Biancha, let me rest
With my face towards the East.
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “To Biancha.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1000/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “To Biancha.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1000/.
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