Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Robert Herrick. 15911674249. To the Western Wind
SWEET western wind, whose luck it is, | |
Made rival with the air, | |
To give Perenna’s lip a kiss, | |
And fan her wanton hair: | |
Bring me but one, I’ll promise thee, | 5 |
Instead of common showers, | |
Thy wings shall be embalm’d by me, | |
And all beset with flowers. |