Lyric Poem · Spring
To the Water-nymphs Drinking at Thefountain
Reach with your whiter hands to me
Some crystal of the spring;
And I about the cup shall see
Fresh lilies flourishing.
Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this —
To th' glass your lips incline;
And I shall see by that one kiss
The water turn'd to wine.
This poem is in the public domain.
“To the Water-nymphs Drinking at Thefountain” by Robert Herrick — quilloak.com/poems/to-the-water-nymphs-drinking-at-thefountain
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