By those soft tods of wool, <br />With which the air is full; <br />By all those tinctures there <br />That paint the hemisphere; <br />By dews and drizzling rain, <br />That swell the golden grain; <br />By all those sweets that be <br />I'th' flowery nunnery; <br />By silent nights, and the <br />Three forms of Hecate; <br />By all aspects that bless <br />The sober sorceress, <br />While juice she strains, and pith <br />To make her philtres with; <br />By Time, that hastens on <br />Things to perfection; <br />And by your self, the best <br />Conjurement of the rest; <br />--O, my Electra! be <br />In love with none but me.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-conjuration-to-electra/
