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To Electra

by Robert Herrick, 1648

More white than whitest lilies far,
Or snow, or whitest swans you are:
More white than are the whitest creams,
Or moonlight tinselling the streams:
More white than pearls, or Juno’s thigh,
Or Pelops’ arm of ivory.
True, I confess, such whites as these
May me delight, not fully please;
Till like Ixion’s cloud you be
White, warm, and soft to lie with me.

Published in Hesperides
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