English poem

To The Western Wind.

SWEET western wind, whose luck it is, Made rival with the air, To give Perenna's lip a kiss, And fan her wanton hair: Bring me but one, I'll promise thee, Instead of common showers, Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me, And all beset with flowers.

More by Robert Herrick

TO THE ROSE: SONG
To The Sour Reader.
To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time
TO THE WATER-NYMPHS DRINKING AT THEFOUNTAIN
TO THE WILLOW-TREE
To The Yew And Cypress To Grace His Funeral.
To Violets
To Virgins.

All 1426 poems by Robert Herrick