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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

I. Admiration

To Dianeme

Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes,

Which starlike sparkle in their skies;

Nor be you proud that you can see

All hearts your captives, yours yet free.

Be you not proud of that rich hair,

Which wantons with the lovesick air;

Whenas that ruby which you wear,

Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,

Will last to be a precious stone

When all your world of beauty ’s gone.