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 there'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 silv'ry 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-4/
