THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK <br />I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, <br />Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. <br />I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, <br />Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes. <br />I write of youth, of love, and have access <br />By these to sing of cleanly wantonness. <br />I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece <br />Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris. <br />I sing of Time's trans-shifting; and I write <br />How roses first came red, and lilies white. <br />I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing <br />The court of Mab, and of the fairy king. <br />I write of Hell; I sing (and ever shall) <br />Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-argument-of-his-book/
