Living
To the Western wind.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
SWeet Western Wind, whose luck it is,
(Made rivall with the aire)
To give Perenn'as lip a kisse,
And fan her wanton haire.
Bring me but one, Ile promise thee,
Instead of common showers,
Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me,
And all beset with flowers.
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “To the Western wind.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/257/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “To the Western wind.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/257/.
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