Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, <br />The shooting stars attend thee; <br />And the elves also, <br />Whose little eyes glow <br />Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. <br /> <br />No Will-o'th'-Wisp mis-light thee, <br />Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee; <br />But on, on thy way, <br />Not making a stay, <br />Since ghost therm's none to affright thee. <br /> <br />Let not the dark thee cumber; <br />What though the moon does slumber? <br />The stars of the night <br />Will lend thee their light, <br />Like tapers clear, without number. <br /> <br />Then, Julia, let me woo thee, <br />Thus, thus to come unto me; <br />And when I shall meet <br />Thy silvery feet, <br />My soul I'll pour into thee.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-piece-to-julia/
