122 At first I thought with spite Such heady scent was only a flower's wide cup; But flower-scents never made my throat close up, And so I stood in my flight. 124 GOOD speed, for I this day Betimes my matins say, Because I do Begin to woo. Sweet singing lark, Be thou the clerk, And know thy when To say Amen. And if I prove Blest in my love, Then thou shalt be High Priest to me, my return To incense burn, And so to solemnise Love's and my sacrifice. ROBERT HERRICK |