My soul would one day go and seek <br />For roses, and in Julia's cheek <br />A richess of those sweets she found, <br />As in another Rosamond; <br />But gathering roses as she was, <br />Not knowing what would come to pass, <br />it chanced a ringlet of her hair <br />Caught my poor soul, as in a snare; <br />Which ever since has been in thrall; <br />--Yet freedom she enjoys withal.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-his-soul-came-ensnared/
